Most days, I like my job. Usually. Today is not one of those days. I’m just exhausted.Â
I think the hardest part about getting engaged is dealing with money. I’ve had to learn to be really open about my finances, down to how much I’m spending at Target each month to feed my toiletry habit. I’m not used to talking about it, about how much my monthly bills are. And when I was living in England? I didn’t think about money at all. I never balanced my UK checking account. There was no need because whatever was there was all I had. Nothing going in, everything coming out. But now? Now I have to share the burden with Rob. In a way, it’s liberating. But sometimes it’s overwhelming and a bit embarrassing when I have to admit to him that I’ve purchased soap and lipstick. Again.Â
He’s patient with me though and for that I am truly thankful. One day he’ll come to appreciate the stockpile of toiletries in the drawers. Like when he runs out of shampoo mid-shower and has to holler at me to bring him some. Then the arsenal of bathing products will be the smartest idea I ever had.Â