Originally published on Feb 4, 2013
Now, the fact that I have Rich People Problems is nothing new. My close friends and I gently hold each other accountable to some measure of gratitude by reminding each other when we are whining about Rich People Problems. The house is always messy – if you have a house, it’s Rich People Problems. I can’t seem to loose weight – too much food is Rich People Problems. I can’t figure out this program on my brand new computer. RPP. What did occur to me today is that Rich People Problems bleed over into the area of my life labeled “special needs”. You see, my mom friends that have typical children don’t give me any flack for complaining about the ins and outs of having a medically fragile, special needs child. It doesn’t give me permission to complain, mind you, but they can’t relate, so I tend to get away with it. But if you have followed this so far, see if you can hang with me a little longer as I tie all these loose ends together.