This morning my parents took the children to church with them which gave Röbert and me a chance to spend some alone time together. We decided to have a nice brunch, but Röb completely ruined it by talking about money again. Why does he always ruin our happy times by talking about stupid money?
Apparently we aren’t rich, which is a surprise to exactly no one. He wants me to cut back a little bit, but where can I cut back? Starling and I don’t eat anything and I barely buy any shoes and clothes anymore. He said something about my gym membership and charges to the cafe there and I got a splitting my grain! My gym membership? He had better be joking!
I mentioned how I needed a some me time, what with him spending so much time away from home last winter and he looked like he might have a lil’ my grain too. Would that be a him grain? Remind me to look it up. He got kind of quiet then, and said that he was no longer spending that time away from our family and he would like to explore whether he and I could eventually get our exercise in the great outdoors, together. I said sure. I mean, I know I can’t give up the gym, but I can pretend to try.
We had several glasses of champagne and by the end of the meal I think I may have agreed to go camping. I know I will hate camping. Ugh. What have I done?