First World Problems.

The kid is healthy again. It was really only two days of sickness, then two days of quarantine. Somehow that's all it took for him to become quite spoiled. Wow. Now we will have a week of detox from the selfish ways that have overcome him. Hum. I could probably use one of those too.

Perspective.

It's a really great thing, you know?

A lot of times I'll be complaining about something in my head. Maybe not out loud but in my heart, I'm rattling on about this or that. Sometimes I will be given a heart-check though and I'll say out loud "First World Problems." A few years ago I watched a video that this kid did all about First World Problems and it was good and funny and very convicting. The internet world had caught on to the term. And I think it's great terminology because most often what I am complaining about are just that: First World Problems.

Bascially, the problems you think are problems are trivial and you are privileged to have them!

Examples? I'm going to go from just off the top of my head today:

• My pants are feeling tight because I keep eating the Valentine peanut butter M&M's I put out. 
• I have to take my ironing board out of my closet instead of having one of those sweet built-in ones.
• I had to put on another shirt under this cashmere sweater because it's sort of itchy.
• I forgot to put my delicate wash load on delicate so I had to run to the washer after I remembered.
• While trying to see a text on my phone, I had to tilt it a certain way because of the crack on my iPhone.
• My ChickfilA fries got cold on the drive to my friend's house. 

No joke, it took me only a few minutes to come up with this list that happened in the last four hours.

I saw a quick video on facebook this morning that has third world people saying first world problems in order to raise money for clean water. Great idea and my favorite is the kid that says "I hate it when I tell them no pickles and they still give me pickles." Ha ha, it reminded me of my one-friend-who-shall-remain-nameless and myself, though with mustard or tomatoes or mushrooms...

Some more perspective for me happened this morning when I got a text from my sister captioned "Minnesota baby!" with this photo of our sweet niece Ava:

And I was quickly reminded of how just last night I was telling (complaining?) to Greg that I probably wouldn't get to take Eli outside today because it was supposed to be really cold. He laughed and said "don't you remember when we couldn't wait to be outside because the snow melted and it was 40 degrees?" I did happen to watch two different weathermen say "Thursday was going to be very cold but it'll warm up enough to play golf this weekend." Sigh. My perspective on weather sure has changed. It's 50 degrees right now.

Now go, enjoy life and all the first world problems you are handed.

-Another First-Worlder