|Count your blessings, that Lindsey isn't your|
I'm always on here bitching and complaining about the little things...the things that push my buttons, the little day to day annoyances, and petty inconveniences in life. Now don't get too excited, that's my shtick, so that's not going anywhere. Sorry folks. Plus, you know you like it. But it did make me think about how even though I have had a shit year, and have come into contact with all the Target Moms out there (that was a funny post too, go check it out, we'll wait. Click here.) and the boys are always tearing shit up at my house.....someone else definitely has it worse. Way worse. And I understand that. I can appreciate that. And I feel for them. So for this post, I am going to think positively for a change. I'm going to look at the bright side. What? You don't think I can do it?
So today, the boys took what was left of the bag of pretzels, ate them and while looking for more in the bag, dumped the salty crumbs out all over the living room table and rug. One son ran to find me to rat out his brother for doing it. As he was crunching on the last pretzel.
I could look at it like......great. Another mess to clean up. Now there are no more pretzels. Who said they could take the bag off the counter, nevermind eat all of those pretzels without asking. Now they won't eat dinner.
|It's not a person stuffing|
their face, but it's cute, right?
See. Positive. Suck it.
Last night at work, this gigantic creepy guy, who sounds like he has a mouth full of hermit crabs parked his smelly ass at my desk to "chat". I'm assuming he was talking to me, because his mouth was moving and noise was coming out, but it's hard to tell because of his crab-filled mouth. I was praying for some sort of interruption that didn't come until one of my "please help me" emails was received by a co-worker out back who came and said she needed my help.
|I didn't want to be rude. Like this.|
I'm sure he sees this all the time.
For a few reasons.
But instead.....good God, lucky me. I must make this man feel good, listening to his stories, week after week. I bet no one gives him the time of day 1. because he is big and smelly and creepy 2. because he is impossible to understand and 3. because he is big and smelly and creepy. I am going to listen to what he has to say and let him know I care about his being fired from his last job. Again. Everyone needs to be "heard", right? Really though, it could be worse. I could be un-employed.
In general, I have a healthy and happy family. I have a roof over my head, and food in my fridge. Life could be much worse. And for those of you who have it worse than me, believe me, I get it. I'm this snarky, bitchy mom blogger to make you laugh. I am so thankful for what I have, really I am. I just wish the boys wouldn't dump what I have all over the damn rug. Happy Hump Day everyone!
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