if i didnt know better....

id say i was pregnant again. ive been incredibly cranky, and suddenly i REALLY REALLY want one of those egg sandwiches my mum used to make... boiled egg cut into tiny pieces and mixed up in too much mayonnaise....

i hate eggs. and mayonnaise makes me gag.

but i cant get the memory of those sandwiches out my mind, my nose, my mouth... im salivating just thinking about them. GROSS. the idea of them absolutely disgusts me. but i really really want one.

good thing we dont have mayonnaise in the house or i might be tempted.


in other news, i cant really think of anything.

oh wait. i remember.

i have a job.



ill just wait for a moment while you all pick your jaws up off the floor and/or stop yelling at me for working.



better? thankyou.


i have a job. a little little job. i am... The Invigilator!!

ahem.

about 2 saturdays a month i get up far earlier than i would like, get hubby to drop me off at the station, catch a train into the city and them spend the next 8 hours or so supervising overseas students sitting english language tests, and then marking said tests.

this gives us a little extra money, and gives my boys some time together without Mummy Interference. even though hubby sometimes has to work on saturdays, its only from 8-12, and hes allowed to take the munchkin with him, so they still get to spend time together.

it does make our weekends shorter, and it means i have to trust my man to do the groceries... which is a little hard for me to do, i admit. i write a very detailed list, including what he can buy, if its below a certain price, and which store to get each item from. this would all be a lot easier if my shopping method didnt consist so much of getting everything on the list, and then going up and down the aisles grabbing stuff i know we use regularly, and is currently on special, but wasnt in the catalogue. like toiletpaper, sponges, evaporated milk, tortillas...

anyway, you dont want to know all that. back to my job. i get less than 200$ each day, but this means i make less than the lowest tax bracket, so I DONT PAY TAXES. so all the money comes straight to the family.

and this is where my husband becomes incredibly wonderful all over again.

i am a compulsive saver. he is not. so im in charge of the money. he doesnt even want to know how much we have. but the compulsive saving does have downsides. if i see something in the shops that i like, and even need, but can in any way do without, i wont get it. even if we can afford it. massive 40% off underwear sale, all my underwear has holes in it but still technically not 'falling apart'? wont buy any. 2 for 1 shoe sale and the straps are falling off on my nicest shoes? no new shoes for me!! which is incredibly stupid, because when i empty the washing machine to find all my clothes have disintegrated, and i go to the shops to get new underwear/socks/shirts/whatever, not only will it all invariably be full price, there wont be anything in my size anyway. and when i discover on monday that i have a birthday party on saturday to go to and my only pair of nice brown shoes (because any clothes i own that will go with the black shoes are either too grotty or have since fallen apart) somehow managed to lose a heel in my wardrobe and have been stretched too much to fit me anyway, i will go to every shoe shop i know of, and find that every brown pair in my size has been sold already, unless i want heels so high that i cant walk, but at least ill be able to see clear across the world when i wear them! (i am about 6ft tall. anything bigger than 2 inches makes me look ridiculous.)

not so now that i have this job. because my wonderful, gorgeous, incredibly sweet husband has made a Rule. we have very few Rules, but the ones he has made, i try my hardest to stick to. (1. no new sewing supplies - except to finish current projects - until at least 2 projects have been finished; 2. no new computer games until at least 2 games have been played through to the end; have you guessed my only 2 spending downfalls?) and the new Rule has to do with my pay, and his also, to a lesser extent.

my pay, and any overtime he gets, gets split. half goes straight into the savings account, since its 'extra' money, not accounted for in our budget, and therefor not counted on for buying things like clothes. its pure savings. the other half is PLAY MONEY. we get to do whatever we want with it. subject to the other Rules. so if i see some clothes i really like, or a book ive been eyeing off for a few years, i dont have to worry about spending the money.

and if i decided to put it straight into the savings account and earn interest, thats cool too.