I get the message universe

So I have 4 kids.  I am close to forty.  My husband is terminally ill.  No use being vague this is a blog.  End stage cirrhosis.  He has been sober over a year now.I am so proud of him for that.  I now moved in with my parents to help take care of the kids.  So you might say that is quite a full plate of anxiety with a side of wow.

I am a positive person, annoyingly so, but I was having a bad morning and well the sky was falling.  That is when I saw the sign that changed my perspective.  It was a bumper sticker on a wood paneled station wagon.  It read, "Worse things are happening to better people".

At a time when I was so ready to wallow the universe told me to suck it up and be happy for my small potatoes first world troubles.

So when I start having a pity party I remember that its not a personal attack by the universe and I am pretty lucky for all the things I have in my life.

So that time I went outside with three kids while 9 months pregnant with the fourth and locked myself out of both the car and the house and had to pee myself a little so I could use a patio chair to climb through a window while the kids watched in glee/ horror that was just character building.  By the way way it was totally not pee but I thought that would be crass to admit.  In my defense I was super pregnant and we were locked out and it was raining in October.  So that time was ... character building.  Totally not a directed attack on my soul.

Even the time I had 4 kids including a 2 week old baby and was so happy to fit into my prepregancy pants to visit walmart.  I am a simple girl with simple needs.  I was filling my cart with groceries and bent down to get the cheap cereal and I heard the sound people in tight pants dread.  I giant rip noise.  I took a breath.  I had 4 kids and an entire cart and no more ass in my pants.  I picked up my new born realizing my breast pads had failed and I had no ass in my pants and wet boobs and now a crying newborn.  I stationed my children strategically, much to there horror, and proceeded to leave the store with 3 children laughing and asking why I wasn't wearing pants and I can see your butt.  Man I bet I am on a people of Walmart page somewhere.  That was totally something that happened so I could look back and laugh at it.  Someday.  Maybe in thirty years.

I live a rich and awesome life and thanks in part to that bumper sticker my perspective is where it belongs.

Love to all who are struggling and pantsless in the Walmart.