On most days, I'm pretty happy-go-lucky girl who generally loves her life.
But every once in a while I have a day where I cannot be satisfied with my life and a wave of angry irrational emotion takes over.
I call it "Envy Day."
It's a day where a co-worker shows up to work looking all hot and trendy like this:
(Note: This lovely blouse can purchased for over $225 here)
And I feel like a geek stuck in 2005, because I can't afford to spend $500 bucks a month on clothes.
It's a day where I can't be happy for my friend who's gushing over her upcoming trip to Greece that her lawyer boyfriend is paying for.
All I can do is be ticked that my husband has a normal corporate job. (Note: Love you honey!)
It's a day where I read blogs of stay at-home-moms in Texas or Wisconsin or wherever else is massively cheaper than California, living in houses that cost a fraction of the cost of my 1,100 sq. foot condo that look like this:
(Note: not a real blogger's home)
And all I want to do is sell my stupid condo and move to some other state that doesn't have oppressive real estate prices, but I can't because we're under water on it. Which makes me mad at all the people that get bailouts when I don't. So I refocus my envy at the Texas/Wisconsin/wherever housewives glamorously blogging away from suburban Pottery Barn paradise.
(Note: I understand that being a stay-at-home is not easy and often not even enviable... like I said above, the envy is irrational).
So I try to do what the Mr. tells me to do when I feel like this, which is to make a list of 10 things I'm thankful for. So I list, "my health", "my family", "my sweet husband", "the eternal love of God", "living in America", "blah blah, this isn't helping!"
Luckily the green-eyed monster subsides within a few hours or day and I go back to my normal, happy, content self. Realizing that all the envy was overblown and absolutely ridiculous.
And I just have to write that bad day off as "Envy Day."
14 hours ago