From the Desk of Shleemanee: Worst Life Competition

I'm offering myself a challenge this week. Don't go for the gold in the worst life competition.

It's so easy for me to try to compete. It's so easy to make a conversation entirely out of what is currently sucking the most. But why?? What's the point? What do you really win when you realize that you have the worst situation? Nothing but a trip to Downerville.

This week, our routine is getting a shake-up. Mike's work schedule has shifted significantly and we are starting with a new nanny. So now, instead of getting ready in the silent darkness and then sneaking out of the house, we are getting Max up and ready and I'm dropping him off on my way to work. Mike hits the road well before the sun comes up to get to the gym and beat traffic.

It's like we're adults or something!!!

Change is scary and I hate when my routine gets a shake-up. I feel like I have so many little things I need to remember to do to have a successful day, and any shift in my routine compromises those little things.

Last night, as I put Maxwell to bed, I counted my blessings and remembered to be 1000% thankful for every single one. Comparison is the thief of joy and darnit, isn't that the truth!!! This is my life. I (try to) choose to love what I get and ignore what I don't get. I hate to get too crazy here but I really feel like I'm making a huge discovery in "the meaning of life" and "things you can only learn as you get older".

Things I'm excited about:
--Getting to turn the bedroom light on in the morning!
--Getting to dress Maxwell in the mornings! It may sound silly but I was sad for only getting to choose his outfits 2 days a week.
--Mike's new commute takes him right past a Chik Fila so I'm quite certain this will be a dinner treat at least once a week!!!
--Since we no longer have an in-home nanny, I'm crossing my fingers that our Excel Energy bill will go down since our TV and lights won't be on all day during the week.
--Our new nanny lives literally 3 blocks away. (The location is almost so perfect, I feel like we're on The Truman Show. In that case, can I start collecting royalties or what??) She is a sweet older woman and as I was dropping Max off this morning, she kept saying, "You don't worry. I'm the grandma. Don't worry!" And even though dropping him off this morning was probably harder than going back to work after maternity leave, I got to work with a huge surge of excitement to pick him up later this afternoon.