DD is a very active toddler, and, unfortunately, that means she likes to "eat on the run." The other day, I was trying to make myself comfortable on the couch and stumbled across a batch of crumbs. I asked The Mr. why this was (even though I knew the answer) and was told (jokingly, I think) our house was one giant crumb. Well, this kinda stung, but I tried to brush it off...
… "Hmm…" The Mr. posted this picture yesterday. Ironically, I'd been mentally having a similar conversation with myself about this about 30 minutes before he posted this. What makes this even more interesting is he hasn't spoken to me since Monday, yet, we're still on the same wavelength, well, aside from the whole not speaking thing.
I've been a SAHM for almost a year now and have long used up my part of what I like to call the unspoken "Yours/Mine/Ours" financial arrangement. On top of that, The Mr. just paid off a 13 year debt of mine, which (ironically) happens to be how long we've been "together," so I feel even worse. Subsequently, I have been cutting down on my running expenses, including supplements, training, and :gasp: races, not because he asked me to, but because I feel guilty, NO, unworthy.
The conversation I was having with myself was about a lot of things, but more pressingly, as the date is not registering for NeverQuit6 for the first time since NeverQuit2. I really don't want to miss this race, but I don't know if I can justify the expense to The Mr. I've heard that it's easier to ask forgiveness than permission, but that conflicts with my character. Besides, I would not like it if he did that to me.
I've considered finding things I could do from home to generate funds to support my running habit, but I haven't seriously addressed it, because there are so many things around the house that need to be done. "You see, what had happened was..." I've been in between a few projects for almost a year now (coincidence? I think not), and I'm starting to feel like Brian from "Family Guy" with his novel. But, I digress.
So, here I sit, typing away, while he sleeps. What would you do?
Kay Dub is a 40 year old stay at home mother of 1 fur baby, a First Grader and a Preschooler. An avid runner, marathon mom, fitness buff, sprint triathlete, and Noxgear Ambassador, her most challenging goal is becoming a Proverbs 31 Woman and "Wife After God".