That was the subject line of an email I got this afternoon. On a morning when I already am in a funk because EAR INFECTION!!!!! And now that I'm on an antibiotic... DRUG SIDE AFFECTS!!!!
I really did used to be one of those people who never got sick. Whatever happened to that? And when did I become the person who experiences side effects of every freaking drug doctors prescribe?
Must be nice to be you.
Well, yes it is actually nice to be me, thank-you very much. But not for the reasons that you think.
It is nice to be me because I have a place to live with person who loves me. A person who routinely drives me precariously close to the edge of the crazy cliff, but a person who loves me nonetheless.
You think you are so perfect.
No, if I were perfect I would have made a little person who wouldn’t drive me crazy. Also she would love to read, not watch the Disney Chanel. Doing homework with her be a seem like a mother/daughter bonding experience, not like I'm stabbing my brain with a pencil.
You have so much money.
Yes, I am lucky enough to have money to pay my rent, buy groceries and keep our lights on. I am lucky that I have enough money left after I have paid our basic living expenses that I also pay for a tween's school activities, and school t-shirts, and yearbooks, and karate lessons, and belt tests, and church retreats, and birthday parties, and school lunches, and school trips, and other luxury items.
I know that it may seem like all these things are paid for by magic. That my daughter gets these things, and we go to Disney World every year because I have discovered the secret of magically pulling money out of thin air, but the truth is, we have these things because I save the money I earn and I don't buy a lot of things new for myself. We have these things because I have a large family and circle of friends that have helped me get by over the years when I couldn't get by on my own.
You aren't perfect.
Believe me, please, when I tell you that I know this. I'm not even good at faking perfect.