Thursday night, he said that he feels like I don’t appreciate how hard he works.
He said that it seems like I am more careful with the money I earn than with the money that he earns. I told him that since I started working full time a year ago, that I have bought anything that my daughters and I have needed, that I have only put groceries on the credit card. He said, well, you bought books [on Amazon, like three of them] and there was that restocking fee for the shoes you returned. You paid me for the shoes you bought, but you didn’t pay for the restocking fee of the ones you returned.
I asked him if he resented providing for me. He told me, not at all.
(Really? Because it kinda seems like it.)
He said that he works very hard and that I don’t appreciate how hard he works.
This was Thursday night.
So, Friday morning, he asks to borrow my hammer, saying that my hammer is more manly than his hammer and he needs to work on the fort [for the nieces and nephews to play in when they visit] and he needs a strong hammer for that. He said he was just going to work on it a little bit, before he starts his actual work.
Every week, sometimes almost every day, he tells me about something that he does that is NOT working during work hours. Working on the fort. Taking his dad to the Red Cross. Going to a store with his dad or with Josh. Stopping by to see an old farmer. Checking on the garden. Whatever.
It’s like he doesn’t take his income very seriously. He makes just enough to get by, but he doesn’t want to work too hard. He likes to take off and kick back if he feels like it.
Yesterday he said that he and Josh talk about their vocation being their vacation. Then he said, now, if they could just make more money.
I didn’t say anything. After all, I don’t appreciate how hard he works.