I have climbed up on the soapbox to tell you this: just because You are not Me does not mean I have it better. There is a certain whine that I cannot abide by. Not anymore. I’m sick of you thinking because I’m not you I have it easier. I don’t have your troubles. I don’t have your burdens. Therefore, (you think), my life must be easier than yours. Welcome to the bullsh!t but where in the world did you get it? What did I do to give you the impression that I have the easy life because I don’t own a house or have three kids? Hell, I don’t even have a dog I need to walk so I m u s t have the charmed life. Right?
It’s funny. Children are the end-all, be-all for excuses. Pull a problem out of a hat and blame the kid. The ultimate PityMeParty because you don’t have a moment to yourself; you can’t afford this or that; you’re oh so tired. Give me a break. It’s not my fault you forgot to take a pill or wear a rubber. Don’t look to me as “lucky” because I don’t have motherhood as my middle name. You haven’t even stepped in my shoes so let’s not pretend about walking that mile in them, okay? You don’t ask the questions so I can’t give you the answers. And who’s to say you would listen anyway? All you know is that I don’t have daycare in my vocabulary so my life must be dandy.
My reason for this rant? Single Income, Three Kids all under the age of six, Five Pets, Four Charities and not a single WoeIsMe complaint. Does not envy a dink like me. You go girl.
~*LunaSea*~ 
I can totally relate to the first two paragraphs of this one. Let the rant OUT … once you get it out in the open, all that anger/annoyance loses its power over you. So … rant on!
You are so right. As soon as I said it there was silence of the good kind.