I realize after visiting an orphanage where kids need shoes and band-aids and books that my complaints are exceptionally trivial and frivolous. I am going to complain nonetheless.
Seriously, is it too much to ask to sit down on my toilet in my bathroom in my house and not have a lizard staring back at me? Or how about turning on the faucet in the shower and not having brown water rush out. Is that too much to ask? Is it too much to ask to come home and not find a cockroach in your bedroom? Or sit at the computer and be distracted by the gigantic ant that just fell on the mouse?
Is it too much to ask to have a romantic dinner on your birthday with your husband? Because last night he attended a reception to which I was not invited. Luckily the woman who I consider to be my closest friend here is also persona non grata (read: not FSO) and so at least I didn’t have to be alone, but I still really think it sucks that I didn’t get to see my husband until at 8:30 pm on my birthday. Like the person for whom the reception was held a) knows Joey, b) cares to know Joey, or c) would have even noticed if Joey wasn’t there. But who am I to ask? I am just Joey’s wife. And I have a birthday every year. Not like it was my first birthday out of the US and my first birthday where my family couldn’t call me to wish me happy birthday. It’s okay, I didn’t want Joey around anyway…
I’m just really feeling negative. Hence my not blogging much lately because they’d all sound the same way and that’s no fun to read. I realize that I need to change my attitude and that I’m not going to be happy until I do that and I realize I have so many things to be thankful for, including a husband who I know would have rather hung out with me on my birthday and running water and a generator and my dogs and my health and a supportive family, not to mention an amazing trip to Europe planned, etc., etc. I did end up having a really enjoyable dinner with my friend at a nice restaurant (even though my risotto cost $30 and my martini $20). I received many touching birthday emails and lots of Facebook well wishes too. I have some great stories and pictures from our trip to Lagos for the wedding and the last month. I just have to stop feeling sorry for myself first. I'll get there...
