It's useful to keep some sort of perspective on this motherhood gig. For example:
- poop all over baby? Could be worse - there could be poop on you, the floor and walls.
- baby vomits on the floor of Noel Leemings? Could be worse - at least you got a new dishwasher out of the transaction.
- sleep deprived? Could be worse - you could have got up 5 times in the night instead of just 3.
- housework gone to the dogs? Could be worse - at least you have a house to whinge about.
Now it's one thing for me to sanely keep my perspective, but it's another for someone else - nearly a stranger - to try and provide it. Last weekend we had a visit from some of the DH's elderly relatives. It happened to come up in conversation that I'd been in hospital. And when I say "came up in conversation", it truly was mentioned in passing, rather than "hey, guess what, I was in hospital last week, poor me blah blah". Anyway, of course they asked why and so I told a very short version of the whole sordid story ("oh I got mastitis").
The first thing they said? "Well, it could have been worse -- at least it wasn't cancer." They went on to tell a story about someone they knew with cancer. It was a sad story, I felt for the cancer victim, and I was definitely glad it wasn't cancer. But I couldn't help but feel a bit taken aback by the conversational one-upmanship that had just taken place.
But hey, it could have been worse - they could have been my relatives!