There are so many things I want to DO -- dreams that I've been thinking of forever but haven't made a move to make mappen. I've finally taken the plunge on one of them by ordering myself a new sewing machine (specifically a Singer 7258*). I've dreamed of learning to quilt for a long time, mostly because I follow people who have really advanced skills like Nicole of Stitch Press Quilt and Lindsey of Lost and Fawned and Patrick's Aunt Jane who makes award-winning art quilts. PLUS, I've got a tiny baby and who better to make quilts for than a baby who won't even judge my skill level? AND her being a tiny little baby and all, I can maybe make some cute baby clothes for her, which sound way easier to make than clothes for people whose proportions are not "eggplant" (yeah yeah, you might be pear-shaped, but your whole body is not the size of pear!).
This week while I was in my post-septoplasty/turbinate-surgery haze of meds --> pass out for 3 hours in a dead-to-the-world nap --> lay on the couch with the Internet --> rinse/repeat...Patrick got the official news that he passed his End Of Program exams for his master's degree (with honors!), hooray! He took a week off for them a month ago, so now we're even in terms of using our vacation weeks for Very Un-Fun Things this year. He's thinking of getting a certificate in American Sign Language studies too, so he might continue his education and go straight into that short program this fall. Luckily, since it's not a second master's, it's a reasonable expense for something he wants to do, wants to teach Freddie, and could tack onto his resume.
It's all about the setting and reaching of dreams around House DeRoche these days. Lest that sound like these things just magically happen and it's golden every time from sewing machines to sign language classes, it's more like we bring our goals to the table then hem and haw forever going back and forth about worth vs expense, all the what-ifs and why-fors. Lots of discussion takes place, mostly because as Patrick rightly points out, I worry about money and he doesn't**. It works itself out and we're able to find common ground by, ugh, compromise (does anybody REALLY like compromise? Compromises aren't entirely win-win.) which is good, but not interesting to blog about? I don't know. Maybe it IS interesting. It's human right? Handling household finances is a tricky thing, and is a balancing act. We might disagree on whether to spend money on (gasp) hiring someone to clean the house vs taking a vacation in two years, but reaching goals is an agreement we've come to -- if the other person has a goal, spending money to achieve that goal is on the table for consideration. It doesn't mean an automatic yes, but it gets due consideration when doing the YNAB*** ledgers every weekend.
And on the better side of the Un-Fun Use of Vacation Days coin (and the good side of the Financial Compromises coin), while my mom watches the baby for her first overnight away from us (eek) we're still taking a day for our 5th wedding anniversary to hit up a local B&B. And I do mean very local! (No, not our house. Not doing the AirBnB thing...yet.) It's just a fancypants B&B that's a few blocks down from where we lived in the Fan (we can dog-sit our own dogs, we'll be so close...hah!). I am very excited since all the rooms are named after SLEEPING. The Slumber room, the Dream room, the...I forget the other one. Dead to the World room? Passed Out room? Nightmare room (hope not). Anyway. The point is, sleeping is the THEME, and we're gonna sleep so hard. This B&B gets me.
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**Money and our relationships to it = so very complicated, right?
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