So Tired of Complaining

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I really should have known better. 

I feel like I spend a good portion of my time complaining and here's the thing: I really am quite happy with most aspects of my life. Okay, I want to go back to school and head down a different career path and yes, I would love for a really rich relative that I don't know all that well (like well enough to know they are rich, because I've got no one in mind) to kick it and leave me debt free and able to pay for said school. But that's all transitory stuff. It sucks to not have what you need. But you might get it tomorrow. You just don't know.

In the grand scheme of thing, I am entirely and completely blessed to have beautiful, smart children with no real medical issues. I am lucky to have bought my house before the real estate bubble burst and it became important to have decent credit in order to purchase a home. I am grateful to be surrounded by family that loves me enough to rescue me from crisis and loan me cars and offer to drive over my piece of crap with a Hummer. The important stuff - I gots it.

Which is why I'm not going to tell you about how Brynna stepped on a nail, I lost my grandma's credit card, shredded my mom's tire, spent a half hour in the pitch black basement during a power outage/tornado warning scare, wrestled a two-year old who thought that the tornado siren meant time to get up and play, debated a six year old who could not understand that I couldn't turn on the fan and the TV because of the power outage, carpooled with my husband (which is kinda like carpooling with a slob where kinda=exactly), and had an unspecified calendar difficulty. All. within. 12. hours.

I'm not going to tell you any of that because even though I think it's all hilariously funny in a fml kinda way, I've decided to stick with the positive.