Tuesday, September 8, 2009

Show me the money!

So it looks like our son may not have to get a part-time job after all. Recently, Ton Ton and I have noticed a remarkable and unprecedented change in our checking account: the numbers are black instead of red! How could this be, you may ask? After all, I recently popped out a money sucking machine baby. Well, Luki hasn't been that expensive yet. He eats for free at McBoob's, and our amazing friends and families are constantly showing up with new outfits and cases of diapers.

While we're on the subject of diapers, I'd like to take a moment of personal privilege to say: I got pooped on yesterday. No, not sharted on...full blown pooped on. It's like Luki said, "I mock you Pampers Swaddlers and your super absorbent diaper gel, you can't handle my poop bombs!" Yes, the missiles have been replaced by bombs and we are at war.

Anyway, as I was saying, the boob milk and free cases of diapers are fabulous, but that doesn't explain the extra cash in our account. Ton Ton and I have been scratching our heads about this for a few weeks, and we finally figured it out over lunch on Sunday. (We've been leaving Luki with his grandparents for a few hours on Sunday afternoons, in part to have some couple time, but mostly to give Big E and Uli some uniterrumpted time with their grandson with the hopes that it will limit their visitations. It hasn't worked. By Sunday evening they're already calling, asking if they can come over to see the baby...but that's a whole different blog post.)

Ok, we're at lunch, in a restaurant, where you have to pay for your food, and we realize that it had been a while since we'd participated in that kind of transaction. And then we thought about how we used to go to the movie theater twice a week, and that certainly hasn't happened since our son arrived. But our biggest savings come from another little habit we've had to let go of: afternoon cocktail hour. Now, we are not drunks, but we do enjoy a good beverage more often than not. Well, we did...right now we are so tired all the time that drinking would probably put us in a coma. And we were particular about our cocktails, Ton Ton won't touch anything that hasn't been aged for at least 12 years, and I refuse to drink domestics. Who would have tought that booze had been making us poor all these years?

We're rich!! Allow us to bask in our new wealth while it lasts, because once I start work and we have to pay for childcare, it's ramen noodles for Ton Ton and I, and straight to the sweatshop for Luki!

1 comment:

  1. Gosh I love family guy and apparently you do too! Good job on not getting sharted, it's a big accomplishment! lol