How it works, is that I bitch about “stuff” on a Thursday, if I have anything to bitch about that is. And you can also bitch or complain or moan or whinge all you want in the comments- you can even do it anonymously if you want to!
So I’ll start- anyone got some cheese to go with my whine?
It’s Christmas. The shops are full of beautiful things. The malls are full of sales and special offers. The cafes are full of fabulous smells… and after twelve years of thirteenth checks at Christmas time- this year there isn’t one, and I’m suddenly looking at the tiny bit of money I have left off my November pay check and remembering all the things I used to do with an extra salary in December!!
And over and above that- I am so TIRED of walking around a shopping mall for instance, and drooling all over the display windows looking at the furniture or décor that I’d love to furnish my home with, I mean- I’m nearly 33 for-five-six, at my age I should be able to buy nice furniture and at least pay it off right?! And then I get chased away by store security because I’m scaring the customers… and I remember that I have to wait for “one day” because I have to pay school fees.
I’m so TIRED the fact that I still have to rent a flat- that I can’t buy myself a little townhouse of my own and invest in some property- because I have to pay a nice fat medical insurance stipend to cover myself and my son.
I’m tired of sulking over the fact that I can’t buy a new car when mine starts giving me grief because I’m paying for a savings account so my son can go to college one day.
I’m jealous of my boss who’s only a few years older than me and wants to retire when he’s forty… while I’ll probably have to work for a salary my whole life!
I get pissed off with myself when I dwell on the fact that I have no qualifications apart from what my employers have taught me… which is a lot, granted… but does not warrant the salary that would accompany proper qualifications!
I get angry with myself when I get a fat lip and sulk over all my plans and my dreams for myself that have been shelved until my darling Damien is self sufficient one day…
And yes, I know that very many people have the outlook that you don’t HAVE to put your child in a private school, or pay for the best and so on, but I feel that since I’m my sons mother and I am his advocate that I will give him the best of everything that I possibly can. I feel that it’s a parent’s duty to do the very best for their child that they possibly can.
And then I get even more the moer in with myself for getting all miffed at what I don’t have when I have so much! I have a beautifully gorgeous, talented, exceptionally intelligent, fabulously good looking, popular, creative, incredibly healthy teenage son who loves me almost as much as I love him! I have a HUGE family
If any of my readers are youngsters- like teenagers- or if any of you know some youngster who is getting all mushy and twinkle eyed about having a baby because ’coz they’re just sooo kyyoooot… then please- send them my way for some educatin’!!
There Is Never An Excuse
One in three is not a statistic - one in three is a crying shame.