Trifecta

The first three major decisions made in January have me wondering if my husband may jump ship this year. First, I decided to stop buying snacks at the grocery beyond produce and yogurt. A few people in my house rely heavily on crackers, chips and cheap granola bars for their sustenance and their health is important to me. My cart on Sunday was overflowing with healthy produce and quality meats. Both men in my life mentioned having nothing to eat as result. But being without a vehicle all week left them no choice but to adapt. Interestingly enough, no one has starved despite claiming it as a very real possibility.

And then I had the nerve to suggest my husband clean out his closet and dresser. He got four new dress shirts for Christmas and didn't have enough hangers to put them away. He conceded and pulled four very used shirts out of his closet and declared it "good enough". I laughed and pointed out another half dozen shirts not worthy of donation as they were too far gone and apparently hurt his feelings. I pushed a little harder and requested we go through his dresser and he shut that down immediately. On Tuesday while he was at work I text asking if I could purge his wardrobe the way I felt it needed to be done and promised he would get final veto rights. He very reluctantly agreed. I left the man with twice the wardrobe I have in my closet but pulled almost half of what he owned. Bless his heart, he holds onto everything. I donated 20 year old sweatshirts with company logos on them, identical worn out tee shirts, a dozen old dingy under shirts, etc......four large trash bags full. It was all stacked on our bed when he got home and he stood over it with an expression of deep grief on his face as he clutched three out of four identical black pull over jackets in his hands. When he finally spoke, he looked me in the eye and quite seriously stated, "you are being mean." I tried not to laugh but failed miserably.

In the end, I pointed out he has a wife who does laundry multiple times each week and still contains a large enough wardrobe for four men. He was not going to be naked anytime soon. He allowed me to donate the clothes because I knew without question that if any of it went into the trash, he would have freaked out on me.

Interestingly enough, this entire experience shed some light on another situation we are coping with in our home. The school has requested some testing for Ty. He is either extremely gifted or has ADD with some sensory issues. We have been navigating doctor's appointments and conferences for him in hopes of some answers even though to say we are hesitant would be an understatement. Anyway, watching Greg part with old clothes looked very much like Ty holding onto an idea he values. The only acronym I suspect that will apply to Ty when this process is complete will be DNA. But as it turns out, the end result of that is pretty awesome.

For the perfect storm, this week both cars were finally finished. Makenna's $800 repair became a $2000 rebuilt transmission and Greg's $200 gasket became a $1000 brake line and gasket with multiple phone calls warning us the fuel line leaks, the entire bottom of his 15 year old truck is rusted and as the repair man said, "no longer worth the money needed to make it safe." This is not the news we needed this week but it is what it is.

It appears we are car shopping this weekend. I loathe car shopping. Greg wants a truck but the amount of miles he now puts on his truck for his work makes a truck an unreasonable investment at the moment. My proposition was to keep the truck for projects and hauling since we did just drop $1000 into it and won't use it often and get him a fuel efficient car to help cut costs. This man has never wanted to drive a car in his entire life but he is very reluctantly agreeing. It's a good thing we have an otherwise good marriage because I feel like he would pack up his old truck with mountains of old clothes and drive off into the sunset if we didn't after this week!