Working for the Weekend (Literally)

So during Rick's time on medical leave he realized how difficult work can be when you've gotten accustomed to not doing it.  It's both liberating to have him feel my pain -you know, that pain I get each Sunday evening and when we come back from vacation - but it's also disheartening to know that maybe it's not possible to fall into a job that you end up loving.  Rick never daydreamed about working in demolition, but isn't it almost every straight boy's dream to tear a structure to pieces. Doesn't every guy wish that instead of doing whatever he does with his days he's picking up a sledge hammer and showing a wall why we walk upright? Sure, the job is hard and the hours are sometimes terrible (like when you have to go in at 9 o'clock on a Friday night leaving your wife to her blog and bottle of wine...), but it's something different almost everyday, makes working out in your spare time completely unnecessary, and you get to come home dirty like you did something with yourself for the past 8 hours.  And yeah it cut me to the core to hear him talk about how much he enjoyed work. Yet, now that the he's singing the opposite tune it cuts even deeper. Before I was just jealous, now I'm concerned.  Now I understand how he must feel to see me stressed out and sometimes completely wiped out at the thought of another day doing what I do.

Add this to the list of things I'm learning about married life. I genuinely care about my husband's day-to-day happiness.  There's no doubt that his battle with cancer has softened my woe-is-me attitude about my life and made me more accomodating to his needs and it's not like when we weren't married I didn't give a shit.  Just, never did I imagine it would be like this. Before leaving for work tonight he says,

"I wanna quit my jooooob."
I thought to myself, 'that's my line!" Because it is.
So I replied, "You can't quit your job. I want to quit my job!"

As if I had dibbs on quitting and as if we're in any financial position for either of us to even think of quitting. Finally we agreed that whomever makes more money has to keep their job. That was his idea.

I agreed, "Ok. What hourly?" Considering he makes close to twice as much hourly than I would if you turned my salary into an hourly wage. 

I'd put him in a conundrum, but his response makes me think he'd already had this conversation with himself. Because he replies,

"Annually. We'll add up our W-2 forms from the past three years and whoever made more keeps their job."

Quite a well-thought out argument if I do say so myself. He must have gotten the idea from daytime TV (damn night jobs). So we're going to compare W-2's, but no, no one will be quitting. We've got a long way to go to financial freedom and looking at past W-2's certainly won't get us there.