He quickly outlined the rules for me:
- No Material goods
- Groceries/Food only
- I agree, and add: while we're at it, let's try to eat all the food that is just sitting in our house waiting for the apocalypse.
First Friday night rolls around...I ask him what he wants for dinner. He looks at me funny, like: Take-out. OF COURSE. This is generally our Friday night tradition. But I quietly remind him that we are not spending this month. There is certainly a frozen pizza or Mexican Fiesta combo pack buried deep in the freezer that can satisfy his need for prepared foods.
"No, no, no. Just material goods," he quips.
OHHHHHHHHkay, buddy. I strike while the iron is hot.
"So I'm not limited to taking the kids out to lunches?"
"Well, let's be reasonable..." he starts in.Enough said. You have made your bed, darling.
The next week I head to NYC for my mother's birthday. I'm at the farmer's market getting her favorite treat and I see flowers. Yikes. That doesn't seem necessary, but I really want to bring her some. My daughter helps me commit the crime, so it feels less naughty.
When I get home and all is settled in after my trip and the work-week, he mentions the spending fast and with a wry smile says, "how's it going?"
"Fine....oh, but I bought flowers for my mom's birthday."
"Oh that's different. That's consumable."Oh. I'm glad to be getting these rules in a slow trickle over the course of the month, buddy.
"I just don't want us to bring any new sh** into. this. house," he declares.
Well that makes sense. Just flush it all down the drain. Oughta make us all feel a little lighter.
It's good I gave up my Starbucks habit a few months ago, although I replaced it with a specialty coffee grounds habit that I must order online. And although this, again, would be considered a consumable, I was using this opportunity to give the credit cards a breather as well. So I refrain myself. I could probably get through the month without ordering.
Back to tagging.
ACK! THE MOM'S SALE!
I'm spending the week 'tagging' merchandise that I'm going to sell at our Moms of Multiples Exchange Sale this Saturday. This is the great purge device in our lives, taking out old toys and clothes that the kids no longer use, and bringing...in...NEW...toys...usually...UGH! I won't be able to BUY anything at the sale! [I usually buy just as much as I sell, but it's always at such a large discount that we always marvel at the great quality and volume of new stuff.]
But just before the weekend is upon us, the hubby breaks: a microphone foam cover?
"It's for you," he says with a smile.
No. I'm not having this on my head.
"It's for work!" He says with a laugh. "It was $2, with free shipping." Like the price matters...
[Hubby is doing a little fun-side project for work, and he wants me to sing for it.]
So he reveals his purchase this morning, after last night we had friends over for dinner. I had used this opportunity, as I do every six months or so, to clean the house up and down. I wake up this morning so less stressed because the house is actually, relatively, clean! I shake off the microphone-cover conversation and remind my husband how amazing I am:
"I'm just so happy the house is relatively clean!"
"Yeah, and you still have 24 hours before my mother arrives."
"Well it's not that, it's just...the CLUTTER that drives me bonkers."He gets that smug look on his face like, "See?" and says,
"that's why I wanted us to not bring anything new into the house."
NOW we are on more like, a spending diet. You broke first, buddy.
So let's just see how this Saturday goes...