I guess I went a little crazy with the spending when I was a housewife. I am not usually a spendy person, but that's because I never had time to shop when I was working full time.
When I was a housewife for half a year, I undertook all these projects that I'd meant to do for years, like redecorating some rooms in the house, paying for things I usually wouldn't have time to do like a yoga retreat, or simply having more time to have lunches out with friends.
In my last month of at-home-momminess, I had so much time to spend money, my credit card bill was five times the normal. I can't even remember what I bought.
I'm quite consistent- if you track my credit spending over the last two decades you'll see it stays within the same range. Always. It might double if we're on a trip and I'm putting the airfare and hotel on the card. It never quintuples.
New role, new habits, I guess! Claus was FLOORED when the bill arrived. I shall say it again. FLOORED.
He doesn't ever yell or scold me, but he does give me low-grade, consistent heat for it in his low-key, humorous Claus way.
The other morning I told him I was going to pray and then offer ancestral money, otherwise known as hell money. We were running late for an appointment, so by way of apologizing to him, I said, "I'll be quick. Burning money doesn't take me long."
"I know that from looking at your last credit card bill," he sniped.
Other little gems from Husband: "I'm so glad I don't have to refinance the mortgage to pay your next Visa bill."
Me: "So you would not be open to me doing another housewife stint?"
Claus: "I think that would be ill-advised."
Nobody is happier than he that I have a full time job again.