I am definitely not proud of it, but I have an envy problem. It is a character flaw I have been working on my entire adult life. It has gotten better, but there are still a couple things guaranteed to cause a flare up.
Here is one:
I am a WOHM. I work at schools and hospitals around my state. One of the schools I work for caters to a wealthy neighborhood. When I arrive in the a.m., harried and unkept, fresh from leaving LO at daycare, there are a dozen or so extremely well groomed, fit, perfectly tanned moms hanging out in the parking lot, chatting. They are typically in cute, skimpy workout clothes, sometimes holding Starbucks. Their legs are so toned, tanned and hair free. Their hair is perfectly done; even if it is in a pony-tale, it is a stylish pony-tale. Some of them have full make-up. They basically look how you might imagine the Kardashians to look at school drop off. And I feel a weird feeling of repulsion and envy every time I see them. Ugh.
Time to brush up on my gratitude list.
What makes you jealous?