The other day, I was grumbling about how thankless and unrewarding job being a housewife can be as I was doing laundry.
Then I reached into the washer machine to pull out my husband's laundry....
I'm rich, biatch!!!!
Well, not really. It was $5.00.
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But every bit helps, right? It's funny how my attitude towards money has changed since I quit working last year. Where as $5 wouldn't even faze me two years ago, now I immediately think to myself "that's a gallon of gas!" when I find money in the washing machine! This is my first time not working since I was 19 - even though it's been a year and a half since I became a housewife/stay-at-home mom, I am still getting used to not bringing in an income.
Sometimes I look at the bank statement and think to myself, "why is there no money in there?!" and don't even get me started on the credit card...somehow this summer, my husband and I both - okay, fine, it was mostly me - lost track of our budget and almost maxed out his credit card. I was so distraught over it being close to the limit that when I went to pay it, I accidentally paid it twice. We ended up with about $30 in our checking account with almost two weeks before his next paycheck, right before he was leaving for his first trip out of the country! Thank goodness for a cash advance, or we would have been screwed until the next payday!