This morning my older son reminded me how trivial some of our utter frustrations can be.
It wasn't a great morning. The Curmudgeon is a single parent for most of this week, and it's the first hour and a half of each school day morning that is the real challenge. The last two days were great, though, with everything running like clockwork.
Yesterday, however, unbeknownst to me, our housekeeper apparently unplugged my clock radio, then plugged it in and reset the time, but she conveniently had me "fall back" an hour just a little too soon for the switch to standard time this weekend. As a result, my alarm would have gone off an hour late this morning, but for one of the kid's alarms waking me up only a half hour late (and quite confused as to why his alarm was going off at what seemed like 5:35 a.m.).
So this morning was a big rush, with dad grumbling quite a bit about our housekeeper's negligence.
Then older son lightens the mood on our trip to school by saying this a good example of "first world" problems and how they compare to third world problems.
First world problem: alarm clock reset to wrong time;
Third world problem: no electricity
First world problem: this steak is medium, not medium rare
Third world problem: we have no food
First world problem: she said something mean about me on Facebook
Third world problem: a militia group raped all the girls in our village
You get the picture. So next time you're angry about something that has happened to you, play the first world/third world game. You'll feel better.