Attention Crabbypantsers! Let's B*tch!!

Bette have you ever thought about relocating. I sent an email to you with a link to the company I work for job openings.

We've briefly thought about it, but really can't afford it.

I really like this Crabby Pants Thing! I have a hard time b**ching because I know deep down inside that I am truly blessed and there are alot of people who have it so much harder than me.
Having said that now I can truly feel comfortable complaining. I'm married to someone that I have nothing in common with. I feel like I'm living the life of a 70 year old. I've tried to accept that this is my life, I chose it, it could always be worse, but it's not working anymore. I have a daughter who's out of work, my son was an electrician but since the economy issue's the only job he could find was selling cars and in this economy he's barely making it and working 70 hours a week. I worry all of the time about my kids finances and let's add that I worry all of the time about my fat too. And I suffer with insomnia, why can't I be asleep at 1 o'clock in the morning like the rest of the world. I don't know if I feel any better but at least I got it out. Thanks for Crabby Pants!

Donna:

Never feel guilty about b*tching. Justr because there is always someone worse than we are (and I feel the same way), you don't have to be happy with whatever is causing us stress/grief/agita. I'm just gald that - one way or another - you got the chance to let it out! Now, come over to today's B*TCHFest and let it rip!