The neighbor across the street is fantastic. I'm not talking about in one area, I'm talking about all of them. She's super sweet, pretty but not breathtaking, crafty, organized, skinny, and has the patience I can only dream of. I'm sure her child doesn't eat fast food and doesn't watch TV while his mother has a pity party on the internet. She dresses very modestly and teaches Sunday school and volunteers in the community. She stays at home and is pregnant with their second boy. I want her life and to be more like her (without the modest dress). My life is pretty damn close to perfect so why can't I just be happy with what I have?
It's unfortunate that I got their good news on a day where I peed on three different strips hoping for a positive and was disappointed every single time.