A little rant I slept through the morning today. I like being able to do that on occasion, it makes my day feel very luxurious. I'm always especially happy when I have nothing particularly pressing to do during the day and I can spend three hours doing cross-stitch like I did today. My cross-stitch project is a very long term endeavour. I've been working on it for several years now, and it's likely I'll be working on it for several years to come. That's fine though, because I've decided it'll hang in the baby's room when it's finished and I'm in no particular hurry to have to decorate one of those. In theory I'll be able to sleep through tomorrow morning as well as Thursday morning, since it's reading week, but I'm going to try and avoid that. I have to get my lab finished and I'd also like to get at least a cursory review done for the midterm I have to write next week. My parents are leaving for the Caymen Islands on Saturday night. I wish I was going too. A tropical beach-y sort of trip sounds really good right now. I was going to go away for a night in Canmore with the Boy, but money is tight right now, especially for him, so it's a no go. I've been really frustrated with him recently, over money matters. He's been looking for a job since he graduated but he hasn't found one yet. I'm not concerned that he'll get one eventually, but I am concerned that he's spending money like he's got an income already. He got a $2500 bursary at the end of December and it's gone already. He spent himself down to nothing before asking for a loan from his mom so he could pay his car insurance and credit card bills. I want to shake him and tell him to stop spending money like he's got barrels of it tucked away in his sock drawer. But I don't. I don't say anything. Well, that's not quite true. I've suggested more than once that he should get a part time job for the interim. He always says it's a good idea but he never follows through. I'm starting to feel my finances are being put upon so he doesn't have to spend more money than is absolutely necessary. The last is at least as much my fault as it is his, I'm perfectly capable of saying no to him, I just don't. I'm going to have to start though, because I may make good money at my job, but I still only work 12 hours a week, and I have my own expenses to worry about. There, I feel better now. It's like I told him yesterday: everything will work out, it's just taking a little longer than is really comfortable. |