Ok, raise your hand if you now have that song going through your head. Suckers! And for the lone person out there who didn’t raise a hand, go watch some Monty Python. Please!
Anyway, I’ve noticed that I complain a lot… mostly just kvetching and not things that are bad, bad, but still it’s a negative attitude. I know I’m not the only one, but sometimes I need to remember that I don’t have it so bad.
When I was in Seattle this weekend for my friend’s black tie wedding, I ran out of hair product.
But it could have been worse – It could have been my wedding where I had no product to style my unruly hair!
When we landed at O’Hare, I noticed that they put up all the Christmas trees and red and green bunting throughout the terminals. *sigh* I hate seeing Christmas things before Thanksgiving.
But it could have been worse – The Christmas decorations could have been up when we came back from Florida before Halloween.
When we got to our car, it was freezing and there was snow on the car.
But it could have been worse – It was just a dusting of snow that blew off as we drove and didn’t even need to be scrapered off. We didn’t have a shovel with us.
My dad had surgery last week to remove a growth from his breast. It was growing quickly, and we almost had to cancel the Florida vacation to have it removed then.
But it could have been worse – He could have been diagnosed with cancer; we were lucky that it was benign.
Little Miss’s bus was fifteen minutes late bringing her home, which means that Mister Man (who has the same bus driver pick him up twenty minutes later) was going to be late for school… again!
But it could have been worse – She arrived home safely and was late due to traffic. I can’t even begin to list all the ways this could be worse.
I really don’t feel like working this week. Or next week. I’m completely burned out on my job (though I’ll continue to work hard and produce expected results because I can’t just show up).
But it could have been worse – I look around at all the people I know who don’t have a job at all. And those who have jobs but struggle mightily financially. I know I’m lucky.
Mister Man was sent home with a bad note from his teacher last week (more on that someday, I think) talking about his misbehaving.
But it could have been worse – His teacher was surprised by his behavior and hadn’t seen it before and was asking me for my thoughts on what to do if it happens again.
Little Miss has been struggling with keeping her underwear clean this fall.
But it could have been worse – She’s seven straight days now totally clean (knock on wood) and seems to get it. And the preschool she was going to attend would have kicked her out because she wasn’t potty trained (she had been but was regressing the last month). Since she now attends the special needs preschool, it’s a complete nonissue.
I could go on and on. Life is only as bad as you make it, and it’s much more pleasant to look at the glass half full. So while I complain about various things (and I’m sure I’ll be back at it tomorrow), I’m happy with my life. I know I’m lucky, and there are very few things I’d actually change if I had the opportunity to. And really, what more can you ask for?