Keepin' It Real

Every now and then I need to have a pity party. I throw the best parties!! Love to see people happy and smiling and having fun. Imagine what a spectacular event my pity parties are. One of my blogs I follow had a blog titled the same so I stole it. It's my party and I can plagarize if I want to. Here's my list:

• I am so worried about the move. I am worried that hubby will get an email that says we aren't going. I would be crushed. I want to go home for lots of reasons. But if this were all I had to worry about...
• I am not superwoman. Watching yet another debate about who has it worse, working moms that never get to spend time with their kids or stay at home moms that aren't living up to their potential. Get over it, everybody. The grass is greener wherever you want it to be greener. Nobody wins, end of story.
• Tired of being broke all the time, all the time, all the time. Then I say, "Oh, yeah, remember you just went to dinner last night. You probably shouldn't have done that." Then I say, "But we haven't eaten out in three weeks. I needed a break from the kitchen." Fought that fight before. Done fighting it. Change my ways or not. You never know with me.
• Stressed about a weekend long meeting at church. Isn't that pathetic? It's youth weekend with the company that has come to help us be a church. I asked hubby if he was coming. He quickly threw his hands up in a defensive motion and backed away slowly muttering something like, "I'd rather hear about the carnage than see it...". Well, shit.
• I get mad when people hijack my Facebook posts to sell their products. Send that person a private message, but get off my posts. You have your own page. 
• I hate whiners. You can do something about it or shut the hell up. Now that I've said that, I'm all done whining. 

Thanks for listening. It feels better to get that off my chest.