  It looks like I convinced him it would not be worth another monthly payment to pipe in crap to our minds via the TV.
Thank God for that.... He actually told me last night that he is very thankful for how I am handling the bills. It was kind of neat, really. He said he has been bragging on how well I am doing. That doesn't help my stress level though, considering that once I start paying for daycare (on my next check--they start daycare tomorrow) I really won't have much left over for bills.
Also, he's going to try (again) to quit smoking. That kind of brings in a mixed-bag of emotions for me. I am glad to know he is going to try again; but I am bracing myself for his temper. He's never physically abusive, but I wouldn't say he's at all functional at home as a normal person either. He will be in a perma-moody mode where he only speaks in one-word sentences (if there is such a thing) and is VERY easily provoked to anger. By anger, I mean, watch out because something's going to get thrown. I will just start praying for him NOW. We had some pretty bad storms last night. The power was out from 9:30PM or so all the way to 1AM.
I know this because I was the one awake with the battery-powered scanner listening to weather reports and local police working damage control. That used to be my Dad's post. He would have the radio on in the middle of the night while my mother snored. KTTS, who employs the most paranoid personalities on the planet, would be blaring. I think they actually had their own sirens that they played in their studio, just to add to the hysteria. But they were good about getting tornado warnings across; so Dad would listen faithfully to protect the family from danger.
What does MY husband do?? SNOOOOOOORRRRRRREEEE.....I didn't feel safe at all. I felt like I had to stay up all night just in case I had to get the family down to the creepy basement, which was probably flooding. So now I'm at work, in the little metal building, zombified. I can't help thinking that someday, after a good night's storms, I will drive to work only to find my work GONE--blown away. Oh well....I guess that is the way things are. 
