Crunching Numbers

At times, it would be easier if I made less money. Okay, it would really only be easier for my logic needs. Because LOGICALLY from a numbers perspective, the thing to do would be for me to keep working. We could save money hand over fist and get the THINGS that we want sooner - the finished basement, the sparkly new kitchen, the jet skis and big screen TV.

I don't make that much money, but with both of us working, well, yeah, it'd kind of be awesome.

But the fact that I don't like my job, no not one little bit, makes the choice to stay home and worry about the quality of our lives a lot easier. I actually look forward to taking care of my husband, child and home so that we can spend more time together as a family doing fun things - even as simple as going to the park and going up north.

But still, apparently the bank won't let us live in our house without paying the mortgage, and there's food to eat and electricity to buy, because you know Esposo has to light the whole world.

So we're crunching through Esposo's paycheck to figure out what it'll be. His benefits are far far cheaper than my current benefits, to the tune of 25% cheaper. Such a deal! And honestly I haven't crunched numbers too hard over the past couple years with Esposo in school because the few times I'd start I'd panic about how we were going to be living in cardboard boxes.

Which, of course, wouldn't happen, we'd just end up moving in with one of our mothers. Or possibly into the family lake house, replacing Grandpa, who finally went to a home last year. We promise we wouldn't call people pigs when they came up to the lake, though, and might even act happy to see them.

So with the number crunching, it turns out that Esposo is going to be makin pretty much the amount we need to live on and be paying off all our bills. This is my notice to everyone - don't expect good presents. Not that you've expected that of us anyway, we both kind of suck at the present thing.