stop trying to keep up with the joneses

We recently spent a Friday night at our friends’ McMansion. I admit that I was jealous at first (huge porch!, his and her walk-in closets! hot tub off the master bedroom!), but then we she started to complain about how it took her forever to clean, I realized living in a “normal” sized dwelling isn’t so bad after all.

When I start to beat myself up for not having a European car with leather seats, or a stock portfolio, or my own McMansion to clean, I have to keep reminding myself that I get out of work by 5, I get to travel a lot, and I have the best looking hubby (by far!) of any of my friends. Leather seats would be nice though. :-)