Shiny, happy and incredibly annoying
So yes, things are a little tough. Hubby’s job is by no means certain in the current economic climate, and it’s a worry, what with C… oops, nearly said the C-word again… what with a rather expensive time of year coming up. And now Hubby’s car has decided to conk out, and my jeep’s making weird noises. Don’t they say things come in threes? I wonder what’s next.
So sod it, I say to Hubby, we’re all healthy, nobody died. We have a roof over our heads, two happy, healthy children, a big mad family, lovely friends, a big cuddly stupid dog, and have settled into a lovely community. For some reason, my unbridled optimism really annoys him. ‘So if we end up losing our house and living in a tent you’ll still be this perky will you?’ he asks, somewhat unfairly. ‘Well, at least we’ll have each other… and if we’re all in a tent together, we can pretend we’re camping – it’ll be an adventure’. Hubby snorts in a rather derisive manner and goes off to do something manly in the garage.
This morning, then, #2 comes down for his breakfast. I make him a hot chocolate with extra marshmallows, and serve him a big chunk of homemade brownie (don’t worry, there’s a stealthy portion of dates in there – shhhh). ‘I love you, Mum’, he says, ‘you’re always so smiley and happy’. ‘That’s funny’, says I, ‘it annoys the pants off your father’.
We went through a jobless rough spot some years ago, and after the initial panic, social welfare stepped in to give us more than we’d earned at work (weird…). Since then Himself has worked for years in a factory, and in this economy, we’re just waiting for that axe to fall, any day. But, we’re not the sort to worry, so if it falls, it falls.
All the more incentive (and time!) to write MEGA-BLOCKBUSTING bestselling novels and become richer than our wildest dreams!! (sigh) if only… Anyhow, you stay happy. He might need that later.
Our car broke too, and we’re down to the Land Rover for all of us to share. Is it an epidemic?
Our motors are behaving, but the radio in the renault is banjaxed for some reason. And I’m not brining it to S****f**d Renault as they are a bunch of RIP OFF MERCHANTS. Now, my sister in law, her timing belt went last week (I told her to replace it 3 years ago), necessitating an engine rebuild, that’s expensive.
Thrifty: Absolutely, I am the official ray of sunshine. It’s my job. I’m with you on main dealers. The dealer that originally worked on our jeep did a terrible job and then denied that the problem they’d made worse was anything to do with them. We ended up paying out a ton of money and getting a worse car back as a result.
Kate: How true. Hugs are being dispensed. I can’t help being perky, it’s just me I’m afraid!
Anyhoo. I can identify with this as I am also that shiny/happy/annoying person in my family. If I’m noisy (which yeah, ok, is most of the time) they tell me to quiet down. If I’m quiet they ask me what’s wrong. You can’t bloody win!!
Aw #2 what a little dote. Bless.
Jenn: You’re always welcome to join us for brownies! I know, bless his little socks – he doesn’t say much, but when he does it really counts! x
Aussie: Thanks, sweetie. Meh, we’ll survive. An awful lot of people in Ireland are finding themselves unemployed at the moment, so we’re lucky at the moment. I can always sell the children for cash! x
Megan: Aw bless. I’m generally quite happy, but definitely have my moments when they all run for cover! x
Listen, if the worst happens, there are an awful lot of unsold houses and office blocks….are we too old to squat do you think?
Lucky we’re smartarses and know his game
I think the recession might be good for us! It’ll bring our materialsitic ways down a peg or two.
But, as with everything else it’ll get worse before it gets better. *shudder*