DD # 8: Sacrifices

Is it only Monday? I feel as if this is the never ending week, and it's only started.

"Sacrifices"

“Honey,” I called as I poured over a table full of bills. “Can you come in here?”

“Hold on! I think I've finally taught the cat to sit!”

I knew I should have let him get that basset hound at the shelter. But those big, soulful eyes would have made my husband sit, roll over, and fetch the paper, and not the other way around.

“This is important,” I persisted, wondering at what point shouting between rooms became the preferred mode of conversation.

He came in carrying the cat. “I lied. She sat down so she could wash her tail, not because I told her to.”

What was it about that man that always made me smile? “I know that Tuesday nights are always our date nights, but I don't think we should eat out this month. Not if we want to still pay rent.”

His face fell. It was like saying no to that basset puppy all over again. “But I always get my best ideas when we're in a restaurant.”

“I know. And as much as I think a restaurant that serves only miniaturized versions of food is a brilliant idea, it's either cut date night, or go back to buying one ply toilet paper.”

He grimaced and crossed his legs. “I love you, honey, but my ass has been with me much longer, and I can't do that to him.”