It's 10:00 on Sunday night and Slice has been in bed, asleep, for nearly two hours now.
Tell you what: our marriage would have been a completely different animal if Slice had been working this job (i.e. this schedule) from the start. I used to be the one begging to go to bed every night, unbelieving when Slice insisted he wasn't tired, bitter about him leaving me to play XBox or repair pumps until the wee morning hours. So what if I was already asleep?
Now I'm the other one. This pregnant body doesn't sleep before midnight, and doesn't sleep well before about 4:00 a.m., so it's hard to put myself to bed at any hour, regardless of exhaustion level.
(Which is high. Ever and always.)
But wait - there's something else I wanted to talk about here. I've been thinking about it for a week now and tonight's Christmas Devotional reminded me. Let's see if I can put it together coherently, shall we?
Last Friday Slice and I were in the Salt Lake Valley with hours of time to kill.
Black Friday! Unbelievable sales! Targets and Kohl's everywhere we looked! Money in our bank accounts for the first time, like, ever!
And the strangest thing happened - neither of us wanted to buy anything.
I stopped in 6 or 7 stores just for fun, came away with a 3-piece outfit for Liam that included a winter coat and jeans, $20. Done.
You guys. It was so LIBERATING.
Because I spent months looking and wishing and planning and buying, for my house and my babies. I spent months feeling the weight of (unemployed) poverty, envying people who could spend money on home decor, pampering, trendy clothes, expensive baby things, organizational supplies (!). I got irritated by all the "I Want This" Pinboards and "Amazing Deals!" websites that really just encourage more spending. I bought a patio set for my backyard because I thought I needed one .... and then we never used it. Simply put, consumerism was consuming me.
I'm better now.
I finally realized, last weekend, that the only difference in the whole business is my attitude. I can spend my life coveting and wanting and shopping and spending, or I can let things be things and choose to be grateful for what I have. It's much easier to see looking back, of course - but I can't believe I wasted all that time and energy making myself unhappy.
I do know, now, that I won't let that happen again.
I can't afford it.