Okay. I’m pissed. And it’s probably a really BAD idea to post about it, but I have nothing else I’d rather discuss. You know that rule I have about not judging each other? Well, that’s only on Thursdays.
Zohrhubby, as you know, has a few issues when it comes to money. The biggest of those issues is: He’s a shopper. I mean a shopper shopper. A lover of “things”…a buyer of “stuff”…and a hoarder of “possessions.” I’ve had enough. I have been at this place before. I put my foot down. I demand change. Change happens, for a short time, and then I let my guard down, tired of being the “bitch” in the relationship, and slowly but surely the monster creeps up on me again. I have been struggling with a decision most recently to hire someone to come in and help me keep the house clean. It’s difficult to work full time, have four children, and keep everything as clean as I’d like it to be. If I had the basics covered for a reasonable price, then I could focus my energy on other things, like organizing and de-cluttering and such. But, I’ve resisted this because I couldn’t quite justify the cost. Yesterday, I came home from work and there was a new computer in the den that I’d not been notified would be sitting there. And I’m freaking LIVID about it. If this were the first time this had happened, it’d be different. But it’s not. It’s not even a computer. It’s $400. That’s what we are talking about here. It’s a used mini-Mac. Am I impressed? No. Was it a good deal? I don’t give a shit. Did we need it? Abso-freakin’-lutely NOT.
In a world where I am the most viable candidate to handle the money in a relationship, all is lost, dear readers. But that’s exactly what’s about to happen at my house. ZH is going to be given an allowance, and I am going to take over the finances.
I dread this. I didn’t want it to be this way. In the past, I’ve forgotten to pay such vital things as the electric bill, as you know, and had to pay to have it reconnected. I’m forgetful. That’s not a good thing. But, in my opinion, it’s a helluva lot better than FLAGRANTLY WASTEFUL WITH MONEY. Flagrantly. Yeah, I went there.
And on top of the waste, I have to put up with all this shit in my face all the time. I move things around every weekend to clean because there’s no place to put all this stuff. I am a minimalist, dammit. And all this crap that we don’t need is really cramping my freaking style.
Sorry for the rant. And it’s probably less than cool to post a raving lunatic freakout against your husband on your blog. But my kids take the heat on this thing all the time, and you have to admit that I even give ME a hard enough time in these posts. So, ZH takes the hit today. That’s what you get for marrying a chick who talks too much about her issues.
Rant. Over. (Not really.)