March 17, 2011 by Marj Hatzell
It occurred to me over the course of the past few days that I can be a whiner.
Here I am complaining about finding a job that suits my schedule and my kids because I’m a spoiled brat. And there are moms out there, moms I know well, that don’t have a choice. They have to work. They have to take the job with the most money and best benefits. They can’t pick and choose. They might be single moms. Or they might be in financial trouble. Or they might be dads. And they might not have a job, despite looking.
And I’m complaining. Sheesh.
I have a husband who has a good job and good benefits. I’m fortunate because I can stay home. We can swing it. We’ve done it for ten years. And I’m being greedy and whiny and complaining that I don’t have a job that suits our schedule or my sleep schedule. Just so I can pay for extra violin lessons or fancy-schmancy lego classes for Bug Boy this summer. Sheesh.
Do you want to smack me upside the head? Because I want to smack me upside the head and tell me to be appreciative because I’ve got a good thing going. So stop whining. Mmkay?
Ok, self. Got it. Thanks for putting me straight.
(yes, I am aware I’m talking to myself. What? Don’t you do it, too? You don’t? Erm. As you were. Nothing to see here. You don’t need to see his identification. These aren’t the droids you’re looking for.)