So, I caught myself doing this thing the other day. It was kind of a crappy thing to do. As much as I like to think of myself as a non-judgemental and loving person, I got a little Judgey McJudgeyPants…on someone I don’t even know.
Here’s the deal. I was reading a blog of an artist/mom. She was talking about how sometimes she sends her daughter off to school, then sits in her bed in her pajamas and quietly waits for inspiration to strike her. Sometimes she sits in her bed for hours.
My immediate reaction to this was **sarcastic scoff** “I want THAT life.”
Sitting in for hours in my pajamas waiting for inspiration to strike is not something I often (or ever) do. It’s not something that would even occur to me. My reaction was one part jealousy and two parts self-importance.
Have you noticed that we seem to take pride in our busyness? Like it’s a competition almost? I will admit that listening to a mom friend with one or two kids venting about something in her life sometimes make me think “She thinks SHE’S busy? I have three!” You see and hear it all the time between moms who work out of the home and moms who are home all day with little ones. Moms who have total support from their spouse and those who don’t. What maybe should be a legitimate “I’m overwhelmed and I need help” can quickly turn into “You wouldn’t understand, your life is easier than mine”.
(Tell me you do this too and it’s not just me who has these moments of weakness and JudgeyPants-ness.)
Why do we do this? Do we want a medal? What good does this do for anyone? It’s like I want some sort of validation that my life is harder than someone else’s. I want to prop myself up by pointing out that YOU have it easier in my estimation?
OMG, can we just not?