Every time I think I'm not spending any more money that I don't have, we find something pressing to spend money on. Like garage door springs (did you know there are huge, expensive springs up there?), or dog surgeries, or pediatrician bills. I shouldn't complain, being lucky enough to have a roof, food, and so on. Still, sometimes it's troubling. Sigh.
I think ahead to days when we won't have our debts to worry about. Then what will it be? Oh yes, car insurance for teenagers! And upcoming college bills that are neither mine nor Hubs', but our offsprings'. Seriously though, I would love a week, maybe a month, a few (many) years down the row when our only debt is a home mortgage. That would be a delight.
Yesterday I came upstairs to see what our Little Man was up to, since I knew he was taking the cusions off the couches again. I found him with a red sharpie (gasp!), but was pleased to find only scribbles on a few pieces of paper (including a print out of a Catherine Newman recipe I'm planning to try, I can still read it thankfully) and a red mark on his cheek. I asked him to kindly hand over the weapon and thanked him for writing on paper only. He actually said "you're welcome". Later, Hubs called me to the dining room, to the window, where I saw this and laughed myself to tears...
I don't even have to clean up after my little man for once, that window is out of here tomorrow! He's a lucky little man, this time!
No more sharpies, mister!