And I do mean everything.
She compares everything in her life to my life and if she deems herself as superior in a particular area, she is smug and happy and regales me with unsolicited and usually unhelpful advice. If I happen to "win" the Mommy Bowl , she is pouty and I spend the next several minutes consoling her and minimalizing whatever accomplishment she is envious of.
This is why I don't spend too much time with her anymore.
Still, as I look back, I can't help but laugh over her obsessive comparing/competing.
She has competed over everything from how clean our houses are to how severe our sons' SPD is. She even insisted that she was more depressed than I was, once when I misguidedly shared with her that I was struggling with my mom's cancer. Today, she compared her newborn to Tommy and lorded over me the fact that her son is sleeping through the night, eating more than Tommy, and has more hair than my sweet fat, baldy of a baby.
It doesn't matter. Tommy is WAY cuter than her baby, so who cares?
Kidding. I am totally kidding! Well, mostly....
I did realize yesterday afternoon that as I get older, I am getting a lot less insecure. These types of comparisons would have hurt my feelings years ago, but now, I just don't care. And that feels really, really good. And so liberating. Because as a friend once pointed out to me, comparing oneself to others is always a losing proposition, because it will leave you feeling either superior and prideful or inferior and miserable.
Who needs that?