Eeyore's Magic Beans

My husband has been without his mood-stabilizing meds for 2 days because we couldn't afford the $60 copay to get them, and he was Eeyore for a couple of days. Finally got them today, it was like Jack and the Beanstalk...thank goodness for magic beans.

There's no golden goose here at Chateau Jaycee, but we're managing (sort of). My husband gets his first paycheck this coming Wednesday, and I hope it's enough to cover a bill or two. He's on part time due to outpatient rehab and therapy, but he's working. His sense of pride is in full swing! It's also a relief not to be the only person working in the household.

It's Halloween but I just can't seem to get into my usual holiday spirit. A bunch of us are going to go and see Saw IV on Wednesday night after work, and we're going to take up a whole row and chow on candy just like we all did in junior high back in the day (Remember how fun that was? Running in packs with no worries? Awooooooooooo!)

List of things making me anxious (ta-da!):

1) There's a local show going on tonight, and since we're low on funds, I asked my husband if he could stick to a budget of $15 for food and whatever to drink. He now says he may as well not go since he has all of these "restrictions". Umm, hello, WE HAVE NO EXTRA MONEY. And then of course, I'm the bitch, right?

2) He says he's ALLOWED to be selfish. Says who? Correct me if I'm wrong but pal, your drug use and BEING SELFISH is why we're in the position we're in. Reevaluate, pronto.

3) Money. Duh.

4) Loud noises. I'm pretty jumpy lately. Very 1980's Frogger, and I'm feeling like I'm going to get squashed by a truck any second. Ribbit. I love you Gene Wilder, but PLEASE stop saying Frau Blucher and making the horses whinny.

So now he's going to sit on the couch and mope, and I'm stuck here with him. Fun fun Saturday night. I don't feel well enough to go out and leave him here, so I'm stuck here. BLEH.

Eeyore, please go before I yank off more than your tail.