Back in the doghouse… again

Once again, Peter slept on the couch last night. I’m actually starting to no longer regret spending so much on this new sofa set, cause they’re ten times more comfortable than the couch we had out here before. That comes in handy when Dad gets kicked out of the bedroom for being bad. What did I do this time? I spent money, during a time when we should be saving it for important stuff like Birthdays, groceries and bills. So when she checked the card for yesterday’s purchases, she found out that I scorched a few bucks while at the Mall with Ethan. I was grilled pretty hard… being asked to account for every penny that I had spent, which of course I couldn’t.

What I actually did was inflate the prices of the stuff I did get. I told her the lunch cost $11 when it was only $6. Then I told her that a beanie babie that I bought for Ethan, which is this cute blue whale that he can’t get enough of cost me $15 instead of a meager $7. What Leah doesn’t know is that the money I took out was actually used to make a downpayment on her Christmas gift. I’m getting a family ring with her birthstone, along with Ethan’s and the next baby’s which is due to hatch in December. It’s a georgous ring and I plan to make small payments every month leading up to Xmas and this will shock the complete crap out of her. She’ll love it. Keeping this secret was definitely worth a few nights on the couch…

This is the second time I’ve been banished to the couch this week, the other time was because I cancelled Leah’s trip home to visit her Mom during the Labor day weekend. She wanted to use the three day weekend to visit her Mom who hasn’t been well over the last few years. She’s been diagnosed with cronic lung disease. It’s eventually going to get the best of her, but Leah’s Mom is tough, she won’t go without a fight. But her lungs and immune system are weak as a result. When Leah and Ethan went out to see her earlier this year, Ethan had a sniffle that was too snall to notice until he was already out there. Leah’s Mom picked it up and was in ICU for two weeks, and almost kicked the bucket.

During the week leading up to the Labor Day weekend, both Leah and Ethan developed a nasty Bronc like cough. It was more than a simple little sniffle, and the last thing I wanted to see was her Mom back in the hospital and possibly on hear death bed again cause of Leah and Ethan. I was waiting for someone on her side to grow a brain and bring this up, but they were incapable of assessing the risk. I had to put my foot down and cancel the trip. Leah was extremely pissed, and rightly so… but she knew I was right. She kept telling me that her Mom hadn’t seen her since Canada Day and it would break her heart if her and Ethan didn’t come out. I said it might, but she’ll live… which was the point. She might not survive if you both take your flem heavy coughs out to the bay with you.

The day she was supposed to go, I went the extra yard further and took both bank cards to work with me, pretty much making sure she couldn’t sneak out. Her family is furious as well and the blame for it all has pretty much come on my shoulders, which is all right. I stopped caring what they thought if me a long time ago, and that pretty much has zero influence in what I do these days. But Leah wasn’t too pleased that night either and I was as previously mentioned, banished yours truly to the couch. So both times I’ve slept on the couch this week have been for good reason, and because of that… I slept quite well on the couch those nights. While I did miss our comfy Queen sized bed, it was all right. I’m willing to take one for the team, especially when I know it’s the right thing to do. When that dude in the clothe said something about ‘for better or worse’ this I’m sure was one of those for worse moments. Things will turn out all right, and when she goes to visit her Mom next year with the new baby, she’ll understand it was the right thing too.

Peter