**Note to Reader: All caps in this post are not meant to stress the sentiment. I am, indeed, SCREAMING!!**
I am so grumpy. I am watching our nest egg - that money we made off of the start-up acquisition - go diminish. That was his supplemental retirement!!!
Let this serve as a Doc Wife PSA... DO NOT, (I REPEAT) DO NOT ALLOW YOUR HUSBAND TO TELL CONTRACTORS HE IS A DOCTOR!!! Because, they only hear, CHA-CHING! and raise their prices.
Our first bill from the contractor was supposed to to the "big push". Big Push = >$50,000. That bill alone put us over-buget. I get the second bill 3 weeks later. 68 MOTHER-EFFING THOUSAND DOLLARS!!!
Excuse my french. Seriously, I don't swear in "real" life, but on-line I allow myself to vent, because now, I can't even afford therapy despite the obvious need.
Mind you, this is not an addition. This is mere LANDSCAPING!
My friends, we don't even have the deck or fence in. The driveway has not been done. We were to have some construction done to the house: add an upstairs deck and catwalk, some sliding doors and french doors. That is completely off the table now. We were to put in a pond. That's been scratched. I'm not even going to have money left over to put in new landscaping plants. Our land is now bare. Last night in a fit of fury, I told Doc H, "The yard looks a BRAZILIANED VAGINA!"
He stared at me and did his best to keep his composure. He continued to rationalize all the costs to me, but I know better. He knows I'm right. His eyes were laughing.
My parents almost divorced over a DIY wallpaper job gone (what is referred to today as "pintershitty") wrong. So, I understand the stress it puts on the relationship. All this has wiped my libido clean. Talk about a Debbie-Downer. I've lost my lady hard-on. I'm sorry, but there's no polite way to state that pathetic fact.
So, last night Doc H went over the contractor's invoice with a fine tooth comb and found double charges to the tune of $11,000.
That man knows how to light my fire. I might put on my pretty panties tonight.