I've been feeling a little stressed lately. In addition to a full-time (and at times high-pressure) job, I'm about to start culinary school in the evenings. Plus I'm jetting off to bellydance classes, researching the cafe/bakery we want to start, creating plans for the community garden plots we just nabbed (yay!), trying to keep food in the fridge, clean clothes in the closet, and a mininum of cat hair accumulation on the couch.
But now, I realize I have no reason to complain. In fact, I don't know how I could have been so self-centered as to even waste a thought on my petty trials and tribulations when the life of one Ms. Britney Spears is clearly, obviously so much harder than my own.
I learned about the hell that is Ms. Spears' life through a tasty little tidbit from an interview Brit did with Allure magazine, as reported on msnbc.com. Let's enjoy:
“Before we got married we were on tour, and we were just like kids, ordering room service, saying, ‘Let’s go out tonight. Then, all of a sudden, you have this home, you have the kids [Federline’s children Kaleb and Kori], you have to get the diapers, get the dog to the vet. It’s this reality. Like omigod, I have to tell the maid to buy diapers and get the pool boy to walk the dog? Can’t I just make out with Kevin all the time? Being married sucks.”
In case you missed it, Brit has to tell the maid to buy diapers and get the pool boy to walk the dog.
Now, wait a minute. I have a dog. A large dog. One that must have two long walks a day plus pit stops. Which brings me to what has become my new catchphrase: "Hey, where's MY pool boy?"
And, for that matter, why can't I just make out with He Who Puts Up With Me all day? Wait, let me answer my own question: 1) I'm at the office 45 hours a week 2) I hardly ever see HWPUWM because he works evenings. Wow, being married sucks (not really, I just wanted to see what it felt like to act like a spoiled, immature pop star...I think I'll keep my normal, mature, but hectic life, thanks).
A sad P.S. to this tale: Apparently, Brit has enough of a brain (barely) to realize how badly statements like the one above come across...so she is not going to talk to interviewers about her personal life any more. She means it! Like, for real, y'all! Damn, what will I have to laugh about? Oh, yeah, the candid pix posted everywhere of her looking like the train wreck where white hit trash. Whew! I feel better.