Noms my daughter made.

Noms my daughter made.

There are times when I complain about something, and my privilege and wealth just smack me in the face. I am not wealthy by American monetary standards, but compared to so many people I am.
So here are some things I’ve said to myself and then thought, “Really? You’re actually going to complain about that? What is wrong with you?”
When I’m tired and go to put my bed together (it’s a futon that folds from a couch to a bed), sometimes the sheets are in the dryer, and I have to make up my bed. So irritating! Until I remind myself that I have a house, and a bed, and sheets that were washed and dried in a machine, so they are nice and clean and sweet-smelling.
When we run out of the distilled water I like, and I have to drink the distilled water hubby grabs from Circle K. Yes, please continue to complain about the clean water you have to drink.
Between my Kindle, bookshelf, and stock of books from the library, I don’t know which to read. This stresses me out. So I have unlimited access to books, extra money to buy books, and unlike many women in today’s world, I am able to learn to read, and yet it’s stressing me out?
So these are an example some of the things that run through my mind that catch me as being particularly First World Privileged.