When you get envious of what I have, remember. I am of what you have. I have nice stuff, that’s only because there’s no life in my house, every other weekend life comes to visit and closes his bedroom door. So I buy him stuff. It makes him open the door for a little while at least. So, when you’re looking at my shiny new car without a fingerprint on it, and my house with the “abnormally clean” floors and tubs and you have the slightest bit of jealousy. Don’t.

My perspective:

What is a house without a living and loving family to make the place a mess. It’s only four walls.

What is a perfect car, the 4th one this year, without the sticky fingerprints adorning the windows. It only four wheels.

I have this stuff because I am not blessed with your joyful noise.

I am the one everyone comes to visit, but everyone goes home. I am the place you stop by. I am the one you call when everyone is sleeping because you know I’ll be up cleaning something. I want his fingerprints and his noise. I want your life and you can have mine.