Michael Jackson and Farrah Fawcett in one day?
I was saddened earlier today to hear about Farrah (no matter how expected that was), and then had to sit down when I heard about Michael Jackson. And that was after shouting "NOT ANOTHER ONE!" in the car listening to NPR announce that he'd been taken to the hospital. I'm a little sensitive to death at the moment since 4 of my co-workers have lost 2 brothers, a husband, and a grandma since Sunday. What the heck?
I fully and completely realize that all this has nothing to do with me, its a horrible coincidence. I know that I am not the axis the world revolves around, and yet.... I keep whining about how turning 30 on Tuesday is the end of the worrrrrrld (I don't know how to write that word in a whine so you'll have to use your imagination), since I will be so olllllllllllld, and therefore close to death. So when all these random people keep dying, so close together, how can I help feeling a tiny bit responsible because of all my idiotic yapping? No matter how ridiculous that is? So, regardless if I'm some Karmic unlucky charm or not, I hear by resolve to shut up. You will now only hear from me the awesome things about turning 30. Like how everyone keeps telling me that its the new 20. No more complaining, I promise. 30 is young, with luck I have many, many, awesome years ahead of me and I will go back to celebrating them. Cross my heart.
Now back to your regularly scheduled programming, i.e, The Spin Cycle, brought to you by Sprite's Keeper. Our topic today is Jealousy...
Ah jealousy….how I have experienced thee….let me count the ways…
I’m jealous of people who win the lottery, because I sure could use a giant influx of cash. Except this is unreasonable since I don’t play the lottery.
I’m jealous of naturally skinny people who eat whatever they want and don’t exercise and are pin thin. Isn't everybody?
I’m jealous of SAHMs. Not because I think they have it easy, it’s because I miss my girls during the day. A lot. Correspondingly I’m jealous when people tell me all the fun places they have taken their kids during the week. We try to make the weekends packed full of fun and excitement, but my children lead a very quiet week. Don’t get me wrong, they have more than their fair share of toys, bikes, a sandbox, a playhouse, 3 cats, and more DVDs than Blockbuster, as well as each other, so it’s not like there isn’t fun stuff to do at my house. It’s just that my dad (their nanny) is not into crafts and play dates and park trips and errand running and the stuff I consider typical for a SAHM. So I’m jealous on my girls’ behalf.
Right now I’m jealous of a lot of people’s houses. I do realize that quite a few people no longer have a house, and the fact that I have one should be enough for me and should soothe the green-eyed monster, but I am in a very tiny and very over priced little house, and I get really cranky when I see the prices that houses twice the size of mine are going for at the moment. I would like some storage space, laundry facilities that aren’t in the (hot) garage, and some space to contemplate using to house a third baby some day. Is that so much to ask? It’s not going to happen unless I start playing the lottery I guess. Or unless my hubby or I lose our jobs, which I guess would solve the problem of my lack of satisfaction in a very unfortunate way.
Otherwise though? That’s it. I’m content with my husband and children and extended family, I’m content with my friends and my job. If I feel a twinge of envy for someone or something I remind myself that I have it pretty dang good. Would I like those things I mentioned? You bet I would! But sitting around moaning over the lack of them would be pretty silly.
And I’m too busy for it anyway. I have a full schedule of pajama and tea parties in my future.
Now aren't you jealous of me?