there are times in a girls life where she will stop and think to herself “geez, my life sucks”. but really… it doesn’t. if you’re still breathing and in complete control of your motor functions, there is always the option for change. your life is only as sucky as you make it. my life- it doesn’t suck. not one little bit. there are aspects of it i would change, but if my life was perfect with nothing i could improve i’d have nothing to work for, and i’d probably get really freakin bored really freakin fast. this is my list. it is my reminder. because sometimes when you spell things out externally, it sinks in internally a little better. 
Why My Life Doesn’t Suck
i drink lattes for breakfast. you see this website? www.allniteroasters.com it’s awesome. my husband and i built that company from scratch. we are it’s only employees. because we supply literally everything coffee, i have access to everything coffee. i get fresh espresso. (roasted once a week!) i get every flavoring syrup under the sun. i even get soy milk uber cheap. (i got addicted to soy lattes when i went dairy-free for my nursing daughter) holy cow i am in coffee lovers paradise. my life? it doesn’t suck.
my kids are beautiful. we’ve all seen ‘em at least once in our life times. those little cherubs, sweet as can be, but ugly as sin. oh yes, they’re out there…the ugly babies. my babies aren’t among their numbers. my babies are SO CUTE it makes my heart hurt to look at them. nobody admits to the ugly baby phenomenon, and naturally the parents of the ugly babies have no idea that their babies are ugly…which is the way it’s supposed to be. lucky for me i haven’t seen an ugly baby (in a picture or otherwise) since i was about 13 years old and my old Taekwondo instructor put forth a female copy of his face into this world…poor thing. my kids are beautiful and amazing and my life doesn’t suck.
i have a great husband. we don’t always get along. we don’t have a damn thing in common. but he tries so hard to make me happy. i still don’t know why he bothers with me, but he does and that makes him a great husband. he’s gone from fat and lazy to lean and athletic in the past 6 months (there’s the muscles i married!) and tries so hard to keep me happy, even when the problem isn’t external. when we got pregnant after knowing each other a grand total of two weeks back oh-so-many years ago, he could have left me back on my parents door step to figure out the parent-hood thing on my own. but he didn’t. we finished out our semesters at college, and he got a job and became a man. we became responsible adults together for the sake of our son. a lesser man would have ditched me. especially when things got hard. but we stuck it out- he weathered the storm. we said the first words to each other on December 12, 2001, had our first child together in September, 2002, and got married on March 22, 2003. and holy crap we’re still together. and we actually play on staying that way. i am a Stay at Home Mom because that man works a “real” job that pays the bills, and our home business that pays for “extra” stuff. he works his ass off for me and our family, and that is why my life doesn’t suck.
i have good family. yes, we are totally disfunctional. my brother my sister and i all have childhood issues that i’m sure would come out if we ever went to therapy, and my MIL has so many issues she would make a psychiatrist jump off a building if she ever managed a session and actually admitted to everything, but they’re all willing to help and they love us. and, i have to be honest with you that’s all i can come up with to say about that. i am just itching to unload my issues with my ILs, but this blog isn’t the place. i did in fact have something positive to say, and one thing is better than nothing, and for that- my life doesn’t suck.
i have a roof over my head, a yard for my kids to play in, insurance to pay for our medical bills, and money to buy groceries and clothing and books (which are a necessity) and toys for my kids, and “something pretty”. * because of all that and many, many more reasons which are too nitpicky to list, my life doesn’t suck. so, Hooray! for un-sucky lives! next time you feel like shit, just look up, see the roof over your head. look out your window at the car in your driveway, look over at the beautiful child next to you and remember that in the long run, your life doesn’t suck either. just the fact that you have all those things makes the truly sucky parts of life worth it.
and don’t worry, i will refrain from using the word “sucky” from the next several blogs. even i’m sick of hearing it in my head at this point.
*”something pretty” is what i tell my husband to get when he asks me if i need anything while he’s out. i add it to the bottom of honey-do lists, and say it when i don’t have anything else to say. it’s my thing. sometimes i even actually get something pretty out of it…. (yesterday i got a Milkyway)