Frugal
adj. 1. Practicing or marked by economy. 2. Costing little; inexpensive.
My husband prefers to call me cheap. But cheap has a negative connotation, I like to think I'm economical, reasonable, careful, smart, or conservative.
It's easy to spend money, it's saving money that's tricky. I like to pretend the savings account is a black hole. Once money is deposited, I pretend it's gone forever.
My husband views our savings account differently. It's a money tree planted in the backyard that's attached conveniently to is ATM card.
The fact is...I'm the saver, he's the spender. It's proof that opposites attract. While he's content to squander away every last dime in his pocket, it's my job to minimize the number of dimes he has left to spend.
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Thursday, April 7, 2011
Wednesday, January 26, 2011
It's All About Balance
I proudly wear the titles wife and mother. Still, I'd prefer to have the titles ruler and dictator.
I don't mind the cleaning, the laundry, the dishes, the mopping, the vacuuming, or the cooking. I don't mind the carpooling, the scheduling, the budgeting, or the organizing.
Okay, I mind a little. It's my job not my passion, and if I want these things done right, I have to do them.
But it never fails, in the middle of my cleaning escapades, to look over and find my husband sitting on the couch. Just sitting there, not doing anything. It makes my blood boil.
I try making extra noise in the kitchen, I try turning on the vacuum behind him, I try dusting the television he can't pry his eyes off of. All my subtle attempts fail to draw his attention. Finally I can't stand it any longer.
"Are you just going to sit there?" It's a demand more than a question.
He's oblivious to his three pairs of shoes scattered in the middle of the floor, the knocked over sunflower seed bowl spilling down the cushions, or the fact that he has tracked taping mud through the entire house. I just finished sweeping!
I start thinking, "Men have it so easy! I wish I were that blind."
Then I remember, that's why he has me in his life...to make his life harder.
It's all about balance.
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I don't mind the cleaning, the laundry, the dishes, the mopping, the vacuuming, or the cooking. I don't mind the carpooling, the scheduling, the budgeting, or the organizing.
Okay, I mind a little. It's my job not my passion, and if I want these things done right, I have to do them.
But it never fails, in the middle of my cleaning escapades, to look over and find my husband sitting on the couch. Just sitting there, not doing anything. It makes my blood boil.
I try making extra noise in the kitchen, I try turning on the vacuum behind him, I try dusting the television he can't pry his eyes off of. All my subtle attempts fail to draw his attention. Finally I can't stand it any longer.
"Are you just going to sit there?" It's a demand more than a question.
He's oblivious to his three pairs of shoes scattered in the middle of the floor, the knocked over sunflower seed bowl spilling down the cushions, or the fact that he has tracked taping mud through the entire house. I just finished sweeping!
I start thinking, "Men have it so easy! I wish I were that blind."
Then I remember, that's why he has me in his life...to make his life harder.
It's all about balance.
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