Poop on Princess Shoes and Other Gifts From the Universe

Today marked day 120 of waking up annoyed.

I might have missed a day here and there but for the most part I’ve been having quiet rages under my pillowcase every morning for the past few months.

Everyone deals with crappy neighbors at least once in their lives. I’m sure you can relate.

It all started last summer when I would get these weird intense rashes in the middle of the night. I’ll spare you the details but I was living on top of the worst case of bed bug infestation that the exterminator had ever seen. And this was coming from a guy who had to tear down walls one time in order to eliminate the buggers. The apartment below me was worse.

It was.

Thank goodness, that part is over.

I was slowly recovering from that ordeal (1 month of sleep with the lights off, yay me!) when last year’s mega hits mania started.

I brushed it off that first morning. (Is 5 am really morning?)  I genuinely thought it had to be one of those once in a blue moon workout to lame hits frenzy everyone has.

That was months ago.

By now, either my neighbor is fit as fuck or a total loony-tune. Or both.

I’m not one to complain to the universe but this week I did.

It got back to me today.

Part of my daily routine is taking off princess shoes off of tiny feet. At the last second, I saw it. No, it was definitely not mud.

She didn’t know when it happened or even realize it before I pointed it out to her. She was too busy ruling her kingdom.

Moral of the story is; even princesses get poop on their shoes.

The universe has gifts for everyone.

At the end of the day, a princess will still be a princess.

As for me, I may only be a writer (and nanny) but I know now that I should focus on the gifts the universe gives me, not so much on the wrapping or what might be stuck to it.

Have you ever thanked the universe for your shitty days?

Let me know in the comments!

*Photo Credit: lambsandivydesigns.com flickr Creative Commons 2.0


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