I'm skipping one but it's because it's repetitive.
You know what I'd love to live without? The wide divide between me and Josh. He thinks I'm nuts for worrying, nuts for always planning for what ifs. I think he's nuts for not worrying and that the only reason he doesn't plan for what ifs is because he can always fall back on his parents.
This morning Josh wanted to lay around in bed. I wanted to get up to do laundry and go food shopping because my sisters' schools start again. It seemed totally logical to get up, go get the Sunday newspaper, start laundry, clip coupons and make a shopping list, and then go food shopping with one sister while leaving the other one to finish laundry. Josh wanted me to leave it all and just stay in bed. When I pointed out that if I didn't do this stuff, it wouldn't get done, Josh mumbled that he really missed having a housekeeper. He pointed out he's gone food shopping more with me than he ever did in his entire life before me.
The money divide is so old already. I am tired of defending why I can't lay around doing nothing, and why I have to work. You can't wish Josh were poor, because he'd crumble as a poor person and wouldn't be able to do it. But sometimes I really wish he'd grown up blue collar. I think that'd save us a lot of frustrating arguments.