One of the things I love about my husband is that he doesn’t
much care what I do, as long as the kids are alive when he gets home. This makes him very supportive and
For example, back when we were engaged:
TR: Hey, let’s get married while we’re on vacation and skip
all that ‘wedding’ nonsense.
He even made the arrangements.
And last year, when I decided to leave the glamour of
stay-at-home-momhood behind and get a job, he didn’t say, “Are you out of your
freaking mind? You’ll have to go to WORK
everyday, instead of keeping the house tidy.”
(Note: that was a joke.
My house was never tidy, and alas, probably never will be, because we
have TOO MUCH STUFF. But that’s a topic
for another post.)
Instead he said, “Is that what you want to do?” It was, and now I have to go to work every
day. Serves me right.
He never even complains about the money I spend.
TR: Can I buy a Ferrari?
T-GEEK: Is that what you want to do? And more importantly, can I drive it?
(Note: that was another joke, because I couldn’t care less
about zoomy cars. I would rather spend
my brain space obsessing over the untimely deaths of obscure blues musicians.)
The point is, he never hassles me about money. Admittedly, that’s because he knows that I’m
the frugal member of the family, and if it were up to him to manage the money
we’d be living in a really big cardboard box, because we couldn’t pay the
mortgage, but we would have TONS of cool electronic devices.
T-GEEK: (waving a magazine) Can we buy a ski chalet in the
T-GEEK: But it’s…
T-GEEK: It’s well insulated!
You’d be cozy by the fire with your lap top while I skied.
T-GEEK: I’m sure there’s a Starbucks nearby.
TR: Well, ok, if there’s a Star…, wait, NO!
Anyway, this is a love note to my husband, who never tells
me that I’m crazy, even when I obviously am.
But we’re still not getting a ski chalet, because you really