Where to begin...?
Well, I was only able to enjoy my disproportional and unrealistic joy of tax return money until confronted with Josh's. He's a real killjoy sometimes. The last week has been a constant struggle to force him, kicking and screaming, back into the paradigm of true possibility. I gave up on attempting to stuff him into logic, efficiency and security right off.
At first, his uncontained elation was fun to watch. But the plans we had made for this money were quickly overridden by Joshdom, and that had to stop before serious consequences occurred. Why do I always have to be the bad guy? I have to be the Mommy all day, an automatic bad guy role, and then I have to fuss at my own husband, who is supposed to be a grown up.
All last week, we had serious arguments EVERY TIME WE WERE IN THE SAME ROOM about whether it was a good idea to increase our monthly expenses. Finally, I convinced him about Saturday evening that it was something he should save as a celebration of the new job he is hoping to get. (You know, when he actually has the money.) Sunday morning started the new argument. It's called, "How can Josh re-arrange the furniture?" Sadly, the room he is attacking is the living room, and there aren't many possibilities because of odd ventilation placement and very limited wall space. Somehow, since I am the one to point this out, I am the bad guy again. Not to mention the fact that I spent a great deal of time when we first moved in placing the furniture, and Josh came along and added an ottoman, recliner from his dad's house and a computer desk and now complains that there is no room. And this has been the conversation every time I've seen Josh, since Sunday. Incidentally, he walked me through 3 furniture stores on Sunday, even though I was sick and tired, so I could talk him out of buying leather sofas and dining room sets.
I think the furniture conversation reached a climax last night. I came home exhausted from taiko, but in a cheerful mood. Then came the furniture discussion. Then came the tax money fight. Then came the What's Wrong With Our Life fight. Then came the part where Rosemary gave up and went to bed, but couldn't breathe, so sleep took a long, long time. My sinuses are a mess today.
You know what I think? I think he's just got cabin fever like the rest of us. A little sunshine and outdoors will help him lots.
I'm going to make fajitas tonight. I could use a few things from Wal-mart, but I have been ordered to stay home until the UPS guy delivers Josh's fancy surround sound speakers. That's okay, maybe my book will come today, too. I've already got my socks and arm warmers.
Guess what movie Netflix sent me! The Thin Man. Never saw it before. I loved it. It reminded me of me and Josh, only we aren't constantly wearing outrageously expensive clothes and holding alcoholic beverages. ...Or solving grizzly murders. Okay, so it's a stretch. Anyway, I enjoyed it. I do have a concern, though. The movie is called The Thin Man after the murder suspect, not the hero. So, all those Thin Man sequels......are they all about thin men, or are they trying to refocus the thin-ness on the detective? We may never know..... Okay, I'm just being mysterious. I'll look it up.
The kids have been mostly reasonable today. We've had a few trips to our rooms for not heeding the Mommy Warning, but they've also been sweet. Abbie didn't eat her lunch, and I'm not too excited about that, but I did try to warn her. She'll be plenty mad when she doesn't get snacks. They're getting so tall. Both skinny, though. I'm glad the stores started to make children's pants with adjustable waistbands. Grant's tooth problems continue. Good grief.
Okay. Scratch the reasonable part. We're going through a rough patch.
Pardon me. I am at work, you know.
Hope your Wednesday treats you well.
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