Why Are So Many Of You So Much Better Off Than Me?

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Euro 2012 and the 'beautiful game' and now Wimbledon - how is a girl to find time for blogging?  I am fair worn out with all the excitement.  Since England were defeated by Italy on Sunday, I can breathe more freely again; at least Germany won't have to meet England in the semi finals. It wouldn't bother me but for the hysteria in the media; it's the evil Hun and the plucky little Englander all over again. Now it's Germany meeting Italy next Thursday, it should be an exciting match, so exciting, in fact, that I won't be able to watch it.

However, let's leave that for the moment. There's something else which is causing me to scratch my head. This is what I'm thinking: why is everybody in blogland having such a fantastic life when I can barely drag myself from day to day?

The vast majority of the diary-type blogs I read talk about the splendour and fun of their everyday existence. Nothing ever goes wrong. Depression? Bad days? An unsuccessful attempt using one of your artistic talents? God Forbid. There are  ravishing adventures,  exotic cruises, beach holidays, stays in expensive hotels, marvellous road and boat trips; every wedding in, and out of, the immediate family is perfect, babies are the sweetest, well-behaved ever; jobs come flying out of mid-air, they are satisfying and well-paid;  adult children are successful in their professions, their lives progress according to plan, their marriages are idyllic.  Not only that, but these children cannot do enough for you, they come running selflessly to offer help every time you sneeze. Your leisure hours are filled with deeply enjoyable activities and any voluntary work you do brings rich emotional rewards. You are perfect cooks and homemakers, the teenagers, whether your own children or grandchildren, are like no teenagers before them, they are polite and love their grannies and grandads with true devotion.

Crises? Self-doubt? Lack of Confidence? Perish the thought! An off-day? Not at all, remaining positive is the name of the game, even if it kills you.

I am fortunate in that I have a few real-life friends and acquaintances who are just as grumpy as me sometimes, whose projects go pear-shaped, whose kids can be a pain, whose husbands/wives are impossible, whose holidays get rained off and for whom  the thought of more of the same is enough to drive them to drink, or at least, to binge themselves sick on chocolate.

But those of you, for whom life is one long sequence of joy, won't you tell me how it's done? I'd love to try my hand at perfection. Perhaps I too could become the sort of person who can do more than barely hold things together.