Broken

There are a lot of things around the house right now that are broken.

Number one, I think, is my scale.  Now, I can't say that I am complaining about it all that much.  The numbers are showing in a downward direction, which I like.  What I don't like is the fact that it seems to be weighing me a good eight pounds lower than what the scale on my Wii says.

Bathroom scale makes me happier, so I'm going to stick with that weight for now.  This morning it was 211.8.

In addition to the flaky bathroom scale, I think the furnace is dying and we had to have a repair guy come to work on the dishwasher.

Why did the dishwasher die?  The Kid hasn't been rinsing the dishes.  No damn wonder why the dishes aren't coming out right.

Oh well, $136 is cheaper than the cost of a new dishwasher.

The stress around here is pretty palpable.  The STBX threatened scorched-earth divorce proceedings because I wouldn't okay a $300 purchase for camping equipment right now.

Okay, let's look at this from a rational point of view, shall we?

The STBX is only working part time.  We are getting divorced.  Someone is going to get stuck with a house that is worth at least $50,000 less than what is owed on the mortgage, with 22 years left on the loan.

This is the time to spend more money?

I don't think so.

I suggested the STBX use one of the sleeping bags we already had.  The STBX agreed, and spent the night sleeping in a tent in the back yard testing out the bag.  I spent the night in the house where it was warm.

I didn't find sleeping alone as distressing as I thought it would be.

Of course the truth is, I've been sleeping alone for over four months.  Granted, we are still sleeping in the same bed, but it might as well be as if we were sleeping on two different planets.