One of THOSE Days.

Last night I was thumbing through our alumini university magazine and got depressed.

Towards the back you have an update on what all the former students are doing now. 

About a third of them were all having babies, that's fine, I've done that, not too envious of that.

Another third are getting married, just found a job, or bought a home, been there done that.

But it's that last group that just hit a nerve...

"Joe Schmoe ('95) just received his Ph.D in molecular razzamatazz and is being published in every important spot possible"  "Jeff Schmoe ('96) was just honored for discovering a cure for goober's disease..."

You know the BIG stuff.

It's not that I'm jealous that they've done those things, more power to them, awesome, kudos, great work!

I could have gotten a Ph.D in something if I really wanted to.

um yeah I could have!

I just get kinda cranky that my little blurb would say this:  "The Mom Jen ('95) went on to get her teaching credential and worked for TWO WHOLE YEARS before giving up her income and sacrificing her sanity for the next 12, all to have people look down at her and not appreciate the HARD WORK that goes into raising children into respectful, capable, smart, determined adults. Just because she's not currently enrolled in night courses online and trying make something more of herself, people stopped reading this blurb about 45 words ago. Whoopdifrickendoo! Joe Schmoe is so much cooler!"

--PS her parents are probably pissed she wasted all that money on college.

I could have gone to college for another 8 years, not have gotten married or had kids and focused on my studies, research, fancy schmancy stuff just to have my name in the alumni magazine.

But I didn't.

I'm not regretting a THING I've done since college.

I'm just entitled to one of those days when you feel like you're invisible, not important, not significant, not successful enough, not appreciated, not looked up to (unless you're shorter than 5'1").

Today's my day.