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Dec. 24th, 2011 10:42 pmThank you, Chris, for caring about my crappy day and for reminding me that sometimes it does help to bitch to the ether about my problems.
Lately, though, when I sit down to bitch about my problems, a nagging little voice in my head reminds me that I could do something about most of them. I hate this voice, and I want it to die in all the fires. Instead of inspring me, it makes me feel like a complete failure. It also likes to remind me that a whole lot of people have it worse than I do, making me feel guilty on top of everything else.
But I don't want to talk about that right now. Instead I want to talk about my kids, specifically Sadie. Sadie has had a rough couple of years because she is intelligent and outspoken and has a very short temper. Sometimes, though, she does something that reminds me what an amazing little kid she is.
Today she took all of her saved up money to go Christmas shopping, about $35. She spent $10 at one store, but after shopping at Walmart for around an hour she found her little purse completely empty. She checked it again, just in case she had overlooked a twenty dollar bill somehow. I sadly told her that if the money had fallen out while she was shopping it was almost certainly picked up by someone, and gone forever. Without a tear or a murmur of complaint she put back the candy she had chosen for herself and said, "Somebody is happy. I bet it was somebody nice."
Lately, though, when I sit down to bitch about my problems, a nagging little voice in my head reminds me that I could do something about most of them. I hate this voice, and I want it to die in all the fires. Instead of inspring me, it makes me feel like a complete failure. It also likes to remind me that a whole lot of people have it worse than I do, making me feel guilty on top of everything else.
But I don't want to talk about that right now. Instead I want to talk about my kids, specifically Sadie. Sadie has had a rough couple of years because she is intelligent and outspoken and has a very short temper. Sometimes, though, she does something that reminds me what an amazing little kid she is.
Today she took all of her saved up money to go Christmas shopping, about $35. She spent $10 at one store, but after shopping at Walmart for around an hour she found her little purse completely empty. She checked it again, just in case she had overlooked a twenty dollar bill somehow. I sadly told her that if the money had fallen out while she was shopping it was almost certainly picked up by someone, and gone forever. Without a tear or a murmur of complaint she put back the candy she had chosen for herself and said, "Somebody is happy. I bet it was somebody nice."
