I’ve spent the past 2 days trying to get things done, but I keep drifting to my recliner. Yesterday after filling a few orders and doing some school with the kids I found myself accidentally watching the entire movie “Titanic.” I’m not sure how it happened. I don’t usually watch a movie in the middle of the day. At one point James walked into the room with a paper in his hand and I shouted, “Don’t talk to me! This is the best part!”
He backed away slowly. It’s nice to have a husband who understands my deep need to be in the moment when Rose pulls Jack Dawson’s frozen hand from hers and goes for the whistle.
You just can’t stop right there and have a conversation about money. It’s practically cruel.
We have a lot of talks about money. What was the $17.51 for that I spent at Target? What did I buy on Amazon for $10.95? Where’s the rest of the $100 he gave me yesterday? Stuff like that.
It’s always him wanting to know what I spent and what column he should put it in. Sometime being married to an accountant that balances our finances every.single.day can get tiring. But then I remember that if it were left to me we wouldn’t know where any of our money was or where it went. When it came time to pay a bill I’d just be like, “Oh, I don’t know where the money is, sorry.”
Then I realize how blessed I am and I just answer his questions. Hopefully in my efforts to remember where/why I spent the money he will also realize how blessed he is to have a wife that, despite her natural tendency to be carefree, tries to make a small effort to keep the receipts.
Emphasis on the word small.
On our drive to Houston last weekend he pulled a Sonic receipt out of the trash in the van and said, “Why did you throw this receipt away? I told you we need to keep all of the receipts from the trip.” I looked puzzled, “That’s not a receipt,” I said, “That’s just the thing they stick to the side of the cup.” He rolled his eyes as if to communicate that his life is sooo difficult and how does he manage with such an airhead wife. Then I rolled my eyes to reply, if your life is so hard then how is it that you haven’t done laundry since 1987?
After 26 years this is how we show our love….by not actually saying what we are thinking and just moving on. It’s all good.
Today I am heading to the big city to run a few errands, like I do almost every Wednesday. I’ll be buying groceries, burlap and other basic things we need around here. And yes, I will keep the receipts. I can’t promise they will ever get into James’ hands, but I will keep them somewhere.
Have a great day!