Remember how I confessed that I never told my family about this "halving" thing until very recently?
Well, it came up again at dinner last night. And the conversation went something like this:
"My blog is called Halving it All," I said.
"Halving?" someone echoed.
"Yeah, like cutting things in half," I said.
"You haven't gotten rid of half our stuff," the oldest boy said.
"Yes, I have. Not in every room, but in a lot of them." (Doesn't he remember counting the books and splitting them into two piles in our living room?)
I go on to explain my grandiose plans - I'm going to blog about getting rid of half our stuff, cutting our bills in half, eating better, having more time for togetherness and fun. I'm feeling all warm and fuzzy. My family studies me, looking for evidence of impending insanity.
My husband catches my attention. "You realize we already halved our bills, right?"
"What? When?" Now I sound like one of the kids.
"When we moved here four years ago, remember? When we lived in California we needed $7500 a month to pay our bills. Now we need between $3500 - $4000 a month. That's half."
I'm stunned. I forgot all about that. He's right - we already halved our bills. And when we moved here from California we sold just about everything we owned. So we halved our stuff, too.
"Well..." I falter. "We're going to halve it all again! Most people don't have $7500 dollars a month worth of bills."
"Yes, they do," he says. "Both adults work, they have a mortgage, they have medical costs and expenses." He goes on, "What we really need to do is get the living part of it right now that we've already halved. That's what you should blog about."
Damn it. This is why husbands should be seen and not heard.