I whinge, but I'm lucky

I blogged earlier tonight about the expense of childcare and had myself a wee whinge. 


But you know what? I'm lucky. Actually, very. 


I'm lucky because I can do a job I love, have a healthy family, I have a lovely home in a lovely place that I adore. I'm lucky.


I was, briefly, worried I had some real health problems this month. I had a smear test, the results were 'abnormal' and I had a re-do. The re-do results came back today, all clear. That's a relief, innit. I wouldn't really like to have the cancers in my lady parts. It would REALLY cramp my style.


So I am healthy. My babies are healthy. My husband is healthy. We don't have the money for a nice fortnight in a sunny holiday place - but we have weekends at home, and home is gorgeous.


We don't have a flash car, but we run two to get to work. We don't have a massive house, but this one is ours and has a lot of space. 


We don't have a flashy life, but we get by, and are comfortable, and eat healthily. 


There are many who can't afford that. Who can't claim the same. Who aren't as lucky as us.


There have been some scary things happen in the local area this month, where people have lost homes, lost lives, lost family, in an instant, and totally out of the blue. I am so lucky.


I am SO lucky. I have a happy, healthy family and a lovely home. I have a life I love, and friends and family to share it with.


I am so lucky. I am so happy. Honestly, even with anxieties and money worries, even with day to day concerns, I am lucky. So, so lucky.