Balancing your checkbook

Work has been rough this week. I had a panic attack on Friday that I would have gone to the hospital for if I could have left the store, and I wept in front of a customer yesterday. It seems like I get upset when there is more work than I can handle, but I'm still trying to handle it and a customer gets mad or upset with me. The past few days have been overwhelmingly busy with lots of problems, paint and stain matches, and potential for losing accounts all thrown in.

My husband has some of the same problems. He is essentially the only employee in his company here in Dallas because he does every bit of the work. He puts out fires all day long, lifts heavy stuff or drags it through mud, drives a lot, and is constantly on the phone. When he gets home all he wants to do is sit on the couch in front of the TV, simply because his body is so tired.

And I'm physically and mentally exhausted so I join in. And we end up repeating the same cycle night after night.

That leaves little energy for things married couples do, like balancing your checkbook, cooking dinner together, looking for a puppy, or making out.

In fact, if you try the experiment for yourself, you will find that you hardly ever make out. Ever.

And that leads to not waxing your legs because who is going to see your legs? Or not washing your hair because who is going to touch your hair? Or not brushing your teeth because your spouse is already sleeping and there's absolutely no chance of making out at that point.