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The Cost of Marriage

I haven’t been sleeping good lately.  In fact, as I write this post it is 4:22 AM and I am wide awake sitting in my living room.  Some of it is because I have a terrible head cold and being pregnant, I can’t take anything for it.  Not being able to breathe really puts a cramp on your sleeping patterns, among other things.  But I’ll be honest, most of the reason I haven’t been able to sleep lately has been money.  

Let me start all this off by saying that Chris and I have 2 solid, good paying jobs.  We bought a house this year that, thankfully, we can afford (not many people can say that these days).  We have 2 cars, but only 1 car payment.  Our dogs get new bones every week.  We’re doing okay by any one’s standards.  So this is not an attempt to cry poor.  But, like everyone else lately, we are starting to feel the strain.  In fact, the bigger my belly grows the more of a strain we are feeling.  My belly is the constant reminder that our financial world is about to be rocked.

When Chris was in graduate school, we lived on my one income and we lived pretty good.  We stayed within our means, but we also prioritized things like traveling, big dinners, and weekends away.  We could do this because we didn’t have too many financial commitments.  On the flip side of all that spending, we were also able to put a lot of money into savings.  That was a big priority for us.  And we gave monthly to my favorite charity, St. Jude’s Children’s Hospital.  In short, there wasn’t much we weren’t able to do.  

And then Chris graduated and got a job that paid just about as much as mine did, doubling our income.  Knowing that the smartest thing to do with this newfound paycheck was to invest it, we bought our first house.  A nice house.  A house that most people our age wouldn’t have been able to afford.  We were thankful to the Lord for this blessing, and we happily committed ourselves to a mortgage payment.  

The problem was that we didn’t adjust our spending to make room for this enormous new responsibility.  We were still enjoying traveling whenever we wanted, weekend trips to New York, and we started spending on new things to fill this house.  Top of the line electronics, computers, sound systems, the Man Cave.  Even the dog’s kibble was upgraded.  And still we were able to afford this to some extent.  True, we weren’t saving as much as we used to, but we were still living within our paychecks.  The only difference was that now we were truly living paycheck to paycheck.  And while we had been once again blessed to have great jobs, our lifestyle was rapidly deteriorating the size of our paychecks.

Enter the Bean.  

When I got pregnant, things didn’t change so much financially for us.  Sure, I was eating a lot more, but in the grand scheme of things, it doesn’t cost all that much to be pregnant.  But the bigger my belly got, the more acutely aware we became that one day – soon – this Bean would be a Baby.  And he would need diapers and food and clothes and daycare.  He would be the most expensive 2 foot tall investment we’d made yet.  Also about this time, the 6 month grace period on our student loans expired and we began to receive these ugly bills every month.  Ugly to the tune of about $600 a month.  Very, very ugly.  

Now, neither of these things is a negative or a negotiable.  Baby Michael is not in any way a burden to us.  His daycare payment, however, will be a bit of a pain the butt.  We are looking at paying around $250 a WEEK for daycare.  That’s an extra $1,000 a month.  And our student loans paid for 2 masters degrees – one from Yale University.  Neither of us would have the nice paychecks we enjoy without these student loans, and so its always a little bittersweet to write that enormous check every month.  Nevertheless, these 2 things were drastic wake up calls for us.  When you are already living paycheck to paycheck and suddenly you are forced to add in an additional $1,600 a month in expenses, you realize very, very quickly that something is going to have to change. Something would have to give in order to accommodate these 2 new costs.  

In the grand scheme of things, we are lucky because at least we have decent salaries to budget within.  But in truth, it doesn’t matter how big your paychecks are every month.  Cutting back – on whatever scale you live on – is never easy.  And that’s where we are right now.  We are having to cut back on an enormous scale.  I have spent the past month staring at our checking account, really examining where we are spending our money and I’ve learned that scaling back for us is not going to be all that difficult, in theory.  We eat out a lot, I don’t pack my lunch, we go to concerts and sporting events and Broadway shows, we buy things for the house, we don’t car pool, we take our dogs to the groomers, and we continue to travel.  If you add all these things up, we more than recoup the costs we need for daycare and student loans each month.  But the trouble I was having was how to make these cuts.  How do we get disciplined enough when we have been living like kings for the past 4 years?

And that’s when I remembered my parents and my Aunt and Uncle suggesting a book that they had all read.  Its a financial philosophy based on the Bible and its called “Financial Peace.”  Dave Ramsey is a financial guru who believes that the US in general is living above their means.  They are considering extra expenses to be necessities.  They are trying to keep up with the Jones.  And in the process, they are losing their homes, their retirement, and, in many cases, their marriages.  His theory is that 50 years ago, people lived happier lives because they lived more meager lives.  They had no debt.  They paid outright for major purchases (including their homes).  They found extravagance in the little things.  Essentially, Dave Ramsey believes we need to return to the basics.  And he bases this all on Scripture.  

This was exactly what I needed.  I needed some peace of mind.  I needed some patience and goodwill.  I needed some blessings.  And I needed to know what the crap to do with my checking account.  And I found answers to all of this in Dave Ramsey’s book.  I picked up the book only this week, but already I can feel the weight lifting off my shoulders a little bit.  True, I’m still waking up at 4:00 AM thinking about daycare and diapers, but at least now I have some sense of peace and I know that I can get this situation under control.  That doesn’t make it any easier.  That doesn’t mean that Chris and I are always going to agree on what things can be sacrifices and what things can’t.  That doesn’t mean its not going to suck when I have to climb my pregnant booty into the shower to wash my own dogs instead of taking them to the groomers.  That doesn’t mean I’m not going to hate every turkey sandwich I pack for lunch everyday.  But blessings are rarely easy to receive.  The Lord has provided a door, and now we have to be responsible enough to walk through it.  

I’m not writing all of this to influence someone or motivate someone and certainly not to set an example.  I’m writing this because this is my journal, and the way I think through situations is to get them on paper (er…computer screen).  I thought about just writing it for myself and not posting it for all the world to judge and know.  But then I realized that we probably (and hopefully!) are not alone.  Maybe the mistakes we have been making are common mistakes for young, married couples.  And maybe there is someone else out there is awake at 4:00 AM thinking about money, and they’ll read this and know that at the very least, they aren’t alone.  

So, I’ll continue to chronicle this new financial path we are blazing for ourselves.  Not daily, or weekly, or even monthly.  But whenever we hit a speed bump or experience a small victory, I’ll share that with you.  

Because, you know, we’re, like, friends. 

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For more information on Dave Ramsey’s “Financial Peace,” check out his website daveramsey.com or his book on Amazon, The Financial Peace Planner:  A Step-by-Step Guide to Restoring Your Financial Health.

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My (recent) Life in Pictures

For several months now I have been without pictures.  I lost the cord that connects my camera to my computer.  I thought I’d take a few minutes to visually share some of the things in my recent life.  Some of them I have blogged about and if you click the links you’ll get the whole story.  And some of them are just random pictures I thought you’d like to see.  Here we go…

These are pictures of my dogs trying to escape out of our front window.  I popped the screen out for some reason or another (actually, I think I broke it on accident, but lets not tell Chris…) and the dogs tried to climb out all day.

These are dog treats that I bought the dogs.  Chris and I have decided to just not talk politics anymore since we see so differently on the subject.  The dogs, however, are equal opportunists.  They loved both cookies equally.

These are pictures from the bachelorette party in West Palm.  In that top picture, that’s me on the left and the BRIDE TO BE on the right.  In the second picture, that’s me on the far right (please notice how I am smiling so naturally through the pain of my shoes…) and the BRIDE TO BE in purple.

These are my dogs on the day of our housewarming party, right after a morning at the spa.  They stayed this clean for exactly 2.4 seconds.

These are the giant mushrooms that I picked up out of our yard.  Now, look at the size of those suckers and tell me that I’m not a Selfless Wife

This is the shrub that I trimmed into a stick. (Please notice that I am doing yard work in a skirt and flip flops…)

These are my dogs getting used to their new doggy door.  I think Lucy (the little one) thought we finally put in a short window for her.

And these are my peeps, my fam, my crew.  We’re chilling after a day of yard work.  You can’t see me, but I took all of these pictures without ever having to get off my booty.  But if I’m lazy, at least the rest of my family was on this particular day, too!

And that’s about it.  That’s been my quiet little life for the past 2 months.  Thanks for tagging along, for providing thoughts of encouragements and support, and for taking the time to check in on my neck of the woods.  Blogging is proof that people really do have too much time on their hands, but I’m so thankful that you choose to spend your excess time peering into my life.

I’m thankful, and I’m a little creeped out.

Until tomorrow…

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Suburban Wildlife: Da Funk of Da Skunk

Last night Chris and I went out to dinner at our favorite sushi restaurant.  On our way home, he reminded me that it was trash night and asked if I would help him drag all of our party trash from this weekend to the curb when we got home.  Knowing there was a good chance that he would forget that he asked me before we got home, I said sure.

We pull into our driveway and before I know it, he has pulled the shed door open and is cashing in on my earlier promise to help take out the trash.  Oh, poop.  But as I’m walking into the shed, he grabs my arm and tells me to wait a minute.  There in the middle of our 500 bags of party trash is a skunk.  A giant, black, wild, beast of a skunk with fangs dripping venom. (Editor’s Note:  He was actually the size of a small cat.  There were no fangs.)

Chris started shaking beer bottles at it (which is more effective than it sounds like it should be) and I immediately started screaming for my dogs, who were nosing around the backyard completely oblivious to their suburban wildlife friend.  But as soon as my voice registered that frantic screech, Lucy knew something was up.  Molly came doping along into the house without a care in the world, but not Lucy.  She started sniffing around and it wasn’t long until she picked up da funk of da skunk and started pacing the perimeter of the shed like the blood thirty, 18-pound chihuahua that she is.

And I panicked.  The skunk would attack her, giving her rabies, and she’d turn on the family, foaming at the mouth…  My mind can really wander sometimes.  So I started screeching even louder, “TREAT, LUCY!  COME GET A TREAT!”  This caught her attention for about 2 seconds, which was long enough for her to look up and realized that I didn’t have anything in my hands.  I could see her thinking, “There’s an unknown wild smelly thing in my backyard kingdom that must be killed.  And my mom’s a liar.  Perfect.”  And then she went right back to stalking the skunk.

At this point, Chris had ventured somewhat into the shed and was trying to…actually, I don’t know what he was trying to do.  But he kept whispering, “Be quiet or it’ll spray me!!”

Feeling like Chris was in control of his situation, I ran inside to find something to temp my hunting lap dog.  I grabbed a peanut butter cookie and took off.  This time when I called her name and showed her the treat, she came running so fast her tiny 2 inch legs were a blur.  For a split second I thought maybe she had a future as an agility dog and maybe I should enroll her in classes, but then my mind snapped back to the issue at hand.  Peanut butter cookie.  Focus, Katie.

With Lucy and Molly safely inside, I turned my attention to Chris.  He needed a flashlight, he said.  Now, for those of you who have not moved in the recent past, let me tell you about the items in your house that seem to disappear when you move.  Suddenly every can opener, remote control, cell phone charger, and flashlight are no where to be seen.  The frustrating thing is that you KNOW you have seen them somewhere, you just can’t remember where they were.  By the time I gave up my search for the missing flashlight, Chris said he didn’t need it any more.  The skunk was gone.  Drama over.

Oh, good.  So I cuddled up in my chair with my new book.  That is, until Chris came in and reminded me that I still needed to help him take out the trash.  Oh, poop.  I thought I was off the hook with all that skunk drama.  But I guess in suburbia it takes more than a little wildlife to curb a domestic goddess…

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Finding the “I” in Marriage

They say when you keep a daily journal, you learn more about yourself.  I have found that keeping this blog is giving me the same result.  I write about things that seem to randomly be on my mind any given day, but when I look back through things I write about, certain things seem to keep surfacing.  Things that I didn’t even know about myself.  Things I’m not too sure I like about myself.

Apparently and according to several of my own confessions, I procrastinate.  You might say that I am lazy.  But I truly don’t think it is laziness.  Or, maybe it is laziness and I just don’t want to admit it because laziness is a trait that drives me crazy in other people.  Whatever you want to call it, I seem to put things off until they are to the breaking point and then it all comes crashing down on me.  My mom says this is because I always need to have action in my life and that I create drama to keep myself busy.  She’s harsh, that Mom ‘o mine.  Harsh but honest.

Lately, I have had a sense of anxiety almost constantly.  And at least once a day my chest starts to hurt and I get short of breath when that feeling of anxiety comes over me.  I’m trying to focus in on what I am thinking about or doing at the time of these little episodes and almost every time this has happened in the past couple days, I have been addressing something in my life that I have procrastinated on.  My thesis for my Masters, a project (…or 6) at work, even small things like finishing the guest bedroom.  I put all of these things off until they become so much bigger in my head than they really are, and they seem to just overtake me.  I feel out of control, and I am a complete control freak (yet another diagnosis from my dear Mama).

I tried talking to Chris about this, but talking about procrastination and laziness with a person who is a machine when it comes to accomplishing tasks is a bit like complaining to a professional athlete why its too hard to jog around the block.  It’s embarrassing and makes me feel like a complete waste of space.  He just can’t understand the concept because it is not in him and so he can’t understand my thought process.  And that makes me even more anxious.  Suddenly, my procrastination is not just an annoying trait about me, but its a deficiency.  In my head it becomes a huge psychological problem I need to solve.  If I’m dealing with this and Chris is not, then CLEARLY something is wrong with me.

Ahh, marriage.  It’s a tricky balance sometimes.  You have to be able to look at each other so closely, but without comparing.  I can love Chris for his dedication and perseverance, but I can’t let that shape the image I have of myself.  Recognizing strengths in him as my shortcomings should inspire me, not embarrass me or make me feel like something is wrong with me.  Its hard to be part of a partnership sometimes because the definition of a partner is someone who shares things with you.  But a healthy relationship should allow both partners to function as individuals, to struggle and achieve as independents, to grow and mature as a person.  Then you come together and share those experiences as a couple.

My procrastination (or laziness, whatever…) is enough of a nuisance already without me constantly comparing myself to Chris’ lack of procrastination.  That doesn’t mean, though, that I have to work through my problems all by myself.  A good partner (and Chris is the best!) will be there by your side without judgment, without comparisons, without demanding, and without even expectations.  Chris loves me because of who I am – procrastinator and all.  And having someone who loves you unconditionally like that should, if anything, take the pressure OFF, not put it on.

I’m going to work on my procrastinating.  I’ll get better at preparing and planning and following through, and maybe this pressure in my chest will go away.  And at the end of the day, I’ll know that I made the change in myself not because of something I saw in Chris, but because of something I truly wanted to change in myself.

…and THAT, my friends, is self discovery.

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