Today's guest are Rich and Famous. Unfortunately, I haven't met them yet! My kids, on the other hand, think my husband's name is Rich and mine is Famous. I like to think of us as Poor and Unpopular--let me explain why.
Poor
If this isn't my husband's first name, it is certainly his middle name. He is the poor soul who has to put up with being the taxi driver, going to football games, doing laundry, cleaning the house, playing fetch with the dog, yelling at the kids and putting up with me. In the literal sense, he works all day, goes to school in the evening and periodically gets to harvests his crops on Frontierville but spends all his "real" money on car insurance for the teenager, food for the teenagers, clothing for the teenagers, school supplies for the teenagers, internet service for the teenagers, cellphones for the teenagers, makeup for the teenager (notice not plural!), and all medical services for the teenagers.
Famous
Admittedly, I have false illusions of grandeur where I'm famous, everyone loves me, and everyone wants to be me. Then I get smacked in the forehead with reality and I hear my kids whine, cry, and pout because a privilege has been taken away -- the drama that comes with being mean. When asked what I actually do at my job, I explained to my stepson about the excitement and joy I feel about executing corporate compliance (somebody has to enjoy reading and interpreting the federal regulations and that would be me!). His muttered comment was, "Oh, so you do the same thing at work that you do at home." I suppose you could say, I make unpopular decisions--even though I love the decisions.
So, I didn't marry Rich and I'm not Famous. I may be Poor and Unpopular but I'm also Ecstatic and Happy to be ME!
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