Stress and dealing with it

I know that everyone thinks that I have no stress in my life. Everyone thinks that I am in Texas and I don't work outside of the home so life is perfect. Please do not get me wrong- I know that I have it pretty good and that my life, in comparison to a lot of people's, is A-OK.
That being said I want to express the fact that I get stressed out too. I try not to show it. I try to hide it. I try not to dwell on it. Most of the time I am pretty good at all of the previously mentioned tactics. Most of the time. But most of the time is definitely not all of the time. *sigh*
In my starry-eyed youth I thought that my life as a twenty-something would consist of a family, a career, a home, and fantastic luck. Luck being when preparation meets opportunity, of course. I thought I would simply be superwoman and that, because I wanted it to be, everything would simply fall into place and be perfect.
Not once in all the time I spent daydreaming about my future did I consider the possibility that my husband and I would be 20K in debt for something that our insurance *should* have paid for. I paid our premiums every year before they were due and in full. I followed all of their rules. I had blind faith that because we were doing our part they would do their part. That is the way it works, right? Wrong.
Not once did I think that by the time I was 25 I would know what it was like to be a project coordinator and a construction manager, all without being paid to do it! Not once did I think I would owe money that could have paid for my child's education, and not because I got to go out and have fun spending it in the first place. I look at people in debt that spent it all on Gucci handbags and manicures and feel sick inside. We were responsible with our money and they weren't. We planned, we followed the rules, we didn't spend extravagantly or live above our means. Why u? Why did this have to happen to our family?
Not once did I think that I would know how the legal system works if you want to file a lawsuit against an insurance company. I feel so disheartened. I also know that just because you know something is not right doesn't mean that you will ever get justice. That is just a plain fact. Plenty of people get away with crimes and plenty of insurance companies get away with not paying for things because there are so many legal loopholes.

OK. Thanks for listening to my rant. I know that I have a ton to be thankful for. I have a happy, healthy, fantastic child. I have a husband who loves me unconditionally and who gives to his family selflessly. I have family and friends who love and support me and who would travel the world to rescue me if I need it. Our bills are paid, even if the credit cards are getting there more slowly than we would have liked. We don't deal with drug or alcohol addiction, mental or physical abuse, or crime in our daily lives. We don't have to worry about so many things, but likewise have to worry about things that 99.9% of people will NEVER have to deal with in their lives. All in all, I would rather be 20K, or even 100K in debt than have a horrible illness in the family or have us hurt or destitute. There are so many things that could make life worse for us. I definitely need to drop the attitude I have today and get back to my "glass is half full" mentality. This has been very cathartic.

Diary of a weenie dog

My name is Summer. I am a daschund. I am spoiled. Not as spoiled as I used to be, but spoiled none the less. I love kids, especially my Kyle. He is so funny. He loves kisses and laughs when he tricks me. By tricking me I mean this- the takes a piece of food, pretends he is going go give it to me, and then runs off laughing when he decides not to. I am OK with it though, mostly because I know I could take him down if I really wanted it. Like maybe if it was a piece of jerky. Or a hot dog. I love to go for walks and am getting used to the idea of running beside a bike for a weekly outing with the family. I like being in front though. I am not that much into chasing the ball, but I love a good game of tug-of-war as well as going crazy on the rope. Yep, I have it pretty good.

My name is Sadie. I am a chiweenie. I am not sure if I am a Mexican, a German, or an American. Or what language I understand. I am the first child, though I did have to give up some of my attention when Kyle was born. I told my mom that she was in labor, but she didn't listen. Now she realizes that I am not the only one that doesn't listen! That Kyle, man, he is a goldmine. He sits in his highchair and always shares with Summer and I. Mostly me though, because surely he loves me more. Right? I live for the ball, which is funny because I did not care for the ball when I was itty bitty. Now my mom says I must be part Lab. Like Summer, I love to go for walks and runs on the bike. If I am in the back though I am determined to get into the lead. I could probably pull mom and Kyle up a hill by myself if my darn collar would not choke me! I cannot help it though, it is in my nature. I am spoiled too, especially since I get to sleep in the big bed with mom and dad. I tunnel way down to the bottom of the bed and sleep on dad's side. He calls me his little foot warmer. I wont sleep on mom's side because she kicks too much. I learned that fast!

If we ever do anything funny I am sure that mom will update this blog thing for us. What is a blog? Can we eat it?