Monday, February 6, 2012
It was a wonderful weekend. I love relaxing at home with my family. When I work split shifts, I often find myself just wiped out during my free time. I spend a great deal of time sleeping and recovering only to turn around and do it again the next day. That is simply one of the reasons why the weekends are so desperately needed. I get that extra day to recuperate.
This weekend, we had a few errands to run on Friday. Big Guy needed some new jeans since his were getting hole-ly. I want to state for the record that I was perfectly fine with the state of his jeans, but then I'm not one to keep my hands off my husband. In any case, we went to the closest Big & Tall shop only to discover that the cheapest jeans there were $50. After. laughing inwardly at the thought of spending that much money on a pair of jeans, we had to decide where else to go. Normally, we pick up our clothes from Goodwill or Salvation Army. Big Guy, however, cannot find pants that fit him at the second-hand shops. He's too big and tall.
We ended up going back to the shop in Elkhart. We drove past the old house and discovered that A - they had put new railings on the stairs and B - whoever had moved in after us had moved out already, and the place was empty again. Color me shocked. That's what happens when you treat tenants like an endless, cheap resource. However, it was nice to just drive by. We didn't have to stop and we didn't have to go inside. We just trundled on down to the shop to get Big Guy his jeans.
However, the drive by did start Little Guy on his comparisons of the "old house" vs. the "new house" again. The outcome hasn't changed. He still thinks the old house is "rubbish," but he has decided that it is because of the ceilings. When pressed for an explanation, he told me: "Our new ceilings are nice. Our old ceilings were rubbish and kind of...not good.". Make of that what you will...
I spent the rest of the weekend and this morning hearing these types of comparisons. While I am certainly glad that he likes where we live now, I am afraid I have broken him. I really did not like our old house. Obviously, he could tell.