I woke up this morning to a growling 6 week old and a text from my husband to call him when I woke up. He asked how much I could cut from my allowance (I get a set amount in my account every 2 weeks for groceries, fuel for my car, and to take care of my credit card payment. Any leftover funds are mine to spend... I call it my allowance). I thought it over and gave him a figure that would cut out extra fuel I'm using to drive to and from work, money I spend on fast food cause its convenient, etc. He went over all our expenses and all he brings in. Turns out we can totally make it work with me staying home!
Who would have thought...
I drafted a letter of resignation and am officially a stay at home mommy as of Friday.
I'm over the moon.
The hardest part is to keep my head in the game knowing that in 3 days I'll be spending all my time with the kidlets. It's so hard to be the responsible adult.
My husband played for a charity golf tournament this weekend. What came along with this adventure was a ridiculous beard. He decided that for this tournament, he needed a wicked handlebar mustache. Why, do you ask? I wish I had an answer. So, beginning with Thursday this week, he began systematically shaving down the full, bushy beard that he had been working on for weeks. First, there was the Chester Arthur: Then, there was the fu-manchu: Finally, he trimmed everything else down, and we were left with the handlebar... Doesn't it look like a fake? Like he went to Foy's and got a costume facial hair kit? It's almost too good to be true! The 'stache has since gone... maybe it will come and visit again one day. Also... I'm trying to get him to send the other pictures he took of the process... of course I will post such nuggets of joy upon receipt.
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