Bought me some new sheets...

...and sadly, it was exciting enough for me to blog about it.

I actually did a good bit of shopping today, what with the kidlet being back in school and all the after-Christmas clearance sales. I was proud of myself - I managed to find two king-sized sets of sheets, not ugly, decent quality, one even organic cotton for about $65...which (if you have ever shopped for king-sized sheets) is a DAMN good deal. I was grateful to find them, too, since I discovered upon starting to change the sheets today that we are down to one top sheet in the entire house (thanks, of course, to the dogs, who apparently feel an undying need to eat fabric).

I'm writing about this not because it was a particularly thrilling shopping experience, but because of a realization I had in the midst of it.

I happened to be dragging a friend along on my errands today (it was so nice to have adult company!!!), and said friend happens to be very single. She was asking if Husband would give me a hard time about what I was buying, and I was like, are you kidding?!? As long as he doesn't have to come into retail hell and crawl through all the clearance racks looking for something decent that we can afford, he doesn't care what I bring home.

This is how I earn my keep as a housewife, says I.

Which was, of course, a joke, but also...not. Because no matter how "lazy" I feel, no matter how unproductive I am when I am grinding my way through another spate of depression,no matter how messy the house gets, I do a hell of a lot of work. I handle virtually all the money, research and arrange everything to do with Kidlet, make sure there are sheets and kids clothes and toilet paper and Emergen-C and printer ink in the house, coordinate schedules with all the grandparents and book flights when we travel, make interesting movies arrive in the mail (thank god for Netflix!!), and figure out how to donate a car and be able to get the full value to count as a tax deduction. Husband does not have to worry much at all about how the basic mechanics of maintaining a house and modern life are going to get done while he is at work, and most of the time he only recognizes the existance of said mechanics when something breaks down and I don't get it done. Which really isn't that often.

I'm in no way downplaying how hard he works, and I hope I don't make him sound like some kind of insensitive chauvinist (because he soooooo isn't). There are just so many times when I feel like a leech, when I feel...less than...because I bring so little cash into the system. I need to record a little recognition for myself, to remind myself of the work I do, and what I bring to the table. Because I do do an awful lot to make our life here possible.

GOOD FOR ME!!!

And now I'm off to fold 3 loads of laundry and put new sheets on the bed before we turn in for the night...