Over the past few weeks, I’ve noticed something happening in the comment section of my blog, and while it was incredibly flattering at first, I’ve decided that we all need to chat about it. You see, I don’t have the perfect life.
And before anyone starts railing on me about my perceived first world problems, let me clarify: I am incredibly happy and feel lucky every single day that I am living the life that I have. I wouldn’t trade it for the world. I have the best friends and family and boyfriend (and crazy mutt!) that a girl could ever ask for. However, it isn’t perfect!
For example? My parents and I get into one family dispute every week at minimum, and it typically involves our company. Three of us always equals three opinions, and we frequently drive each other nuts! Or, last week I came home from work and Tally had thrown up five times: twice by the front door, once in my living room, once in my bedroom, and once on my bed. In addition to being adorable, Tals also has this unique ability to puke up neon yellow bile when she is upset, and she largely uses it to her advantage when she is mad at me. She was pissed that I had been leaving her so frequently, so she decided to pay me back by retching all over my apartment. Lovely.
Leave me again and I’ll puke on your pillow
Did I mention that I am absolutely hating living a 2.5 hour plane ride away from Will? It sucks. Yes, the visits are fun and I really look forward to those weekends, but cramming all of your relationship into sanctioned 48-hour windows is not easy…and it’s actually quite stressful. I also smashed a glass into a cabinet last night while attempting to put it away, and I’m pretty sure there is a loose shard floating around in my thumb somewhere. Top that off with the sea urchin quill that is still lurking in my foot, and I’m confident I’m a hot bed for infection.
So you see? No one is perfect and everyone has their drama!
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Make me feel better—what’s your drama this week?