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Has Anyone Seen My Husband?

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About two months ago, hubby and I agreed he would only work three nights during the week and one weekend day doing side work. The other two nights and other weekend day, I would work from home on my side work while he ‘relaxed’ and watched the baby.

Over the last month, he’s been gone every night since folks wanted to get that ‘one last thing’ ready for the holidays. Right now, he’s installing lighting in a kitchen and since the homeowners can’t use the kitchen while he’s working on it, he’s been over there every night.

I’ve been doing my side work from home while our kidlet keeps himself entertained with toys our neighbor gave him – I’m SO thankful to have a happy, mellow baby – but I work slower than usual since I have to juggle feeding and rocking him while typing. We are tired – definitely hubby more than me (poor guy!) – but all this extra work makes a huge difference. We were forced to rely on our guestimated tax refund to pay off the rest of our debt but now it looks like we may have enough to put us on our way toward saving a larger emergency fund.

I just keep telling myself, it won’t be like this forever. We won’t always be this tired and we won’t always be blessed with this much work. Yes, I see all this work as a blessing – especially in this economy.

Two more months.


An Unexpected Gift…

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My husband, as per usual, was working a side job last night. The homeowner had a huge map across her wall marked with red string indicating the cities she had visited. Clearly she loved to see the world. She and my husband chatted about our plans to visit Italy and he asked for her advice about the Cinque Terre.

He spent the next four hours fixing her washer, her sink, and various other handyman projects she needed help with.

When my husband packed to leave, she shoved $300 in his pocket. He tried to return the money, even running to the truck, but she caught him, slapped the money in his hand and said, ‘Have fun in Italy while you’re young. It’s harder when you’re 65. I would know.’

Sometimes the kindness of others overwhelms me.