especially not me!<\/p>\n
But the reality is we all have good and bad days.\u00a0 No matter what our circumstances are.\u00a0 It’s just the way it is.\u00a0 It would be silly to pretend otherwise.\u00a0 Or blog otherwise.<\/p>\n
I had them back when my husband worked days, nights, and weekends for next to nothing and I was home with a new baby.<\/p>\n
I had them when he chose to quit work and go back to school for his MBA.\u00a0 We lived on no income, had two little babies (one with a heart condition that had me in constant worry-mode)- and lived on student loans that we are still paying off.<\/p>\n
I had them as we moved around while he tried to find his niche in the corporate world-<\/p>\n
and I have them now, when things are easier financially but he works so much we never see him and are left to wonder if we should uproot the family to make things better, but leave all our friends behind.<\/p>\n
I wish I didn’t.\u00a0 I wish every day I could sit in utter appreciation for everything we have.\u00a0 I wish that every second I could remember how incredibly proud I am of my husband for working his butt off to get where he is today, instead of getting mad when he can’t make it home before 8pm at least one night a week.<\/p>\n
But on a day when an earthquake devastates Haiti, my eyes fill up for those that have it so much worse.\u00a0 And I give myself a good kick in the butt and look at the good.\u00a0 The sun is shining outside and icicles are starting to melt.\u00a0 The baby that has been fussing and crying all morning from teething and a cold has finally decided to take a nap, the sick boy is resting comfortably after his Motrin kicked in.\u00a0 The 6 year old just went to his rec center class to make beautiful things for me to hang on the fridge.\u00a0 Andy emailed and said he could hit the grocery on the way home because we are almost out of formula so I don’t have to try to squeeze it in.<\/p>\n
It’s all good.<\/p>\n
And my whining has ended.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
especially not me! But the reality is we all have good and bad days.\u00a0 No matter what our circumstances are.\u00a0 It’s just the way it is.\u00a0 It would be silly to pretend otherwise.\u00a0 Or blog otherwise. I had them back when my husband worked days, nights, and weekends for next to nothing and I was home with a new baby. I had them when he chose to quit work and go back to school for his MBA.\u00a0 We lived on no income, had two little babies (one with a heart condition that had me in constant worry-mode)- and lived on student loans that we are still paying off. I had them as we moved around while he tried to find his niche in the corporate world- and I have them now, when things are easier financially but he works so much we never see him and are left to wonder if we should uproot the family to make things better, but leave all our friends behind. I wish I didn’t.\u00a0 I wish every day I could sit in utter appreciation for everything we have.\u00a0 I wish that every second I could remember how incredibly proud I am of my husband for working his butt off to get where he is today, instead of getting mad when he can’t make it home before 8pm at least one night a week. But on a day when an earthquake devastates Haiti, my eyes fill up for those that have it so much worse.\u00a0 And I give myself a good kick in the butt and look at the good.\u00a0 The sun is shining outside and icicles are starting to melt.\u00a0 The baby that has been fussing and crying all morning from teething and a cold has finally decided to take a nap, the sick boy is resting comfortably after his Motrin kicked in.\u00a0 The 6 year old just went to his rec center class to make beautiful things for me to hang on the fridge.\u00a0 Andy emailed and said he could hit the grocery on the way home because we are almost out of formula so I don’t have to try to squeeze it in. It’s all good. And my whining has ended.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":4,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_monsterinsights_skip_tracking":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_active":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_note":"","_monsterinsights_sitenote_category":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[13],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-2596","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-life"],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.elisalou.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2596","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.elisalou.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.elisalou.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.elisalou.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/4"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.elisalou.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=2596"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/www.elisalou.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2596\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":21379,"href":"https:\/\/www.elisalou.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2596\/revisions\/21379"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.elisalou.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=2596"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.elisalou.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=2596"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.elisalou.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=2596"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}