So my DH calls me at 5 a.m. . . . to *tell* me it's 5 a.m. You know, because the news of daylight savings obviously couldn't wait until a decent hour.

He then goes on to pester me about my spending. I've gone from about a size 10/12 to about a 4/6 recently, and I needed new clothes; the 11 y.o. has grown about 6 in. since the end of last school year and *she* needed new clothes, and the baby seems to be in a constant state of growing either out, up, or a combination thereof. So I spent just over $200 at Goodwill, Hollister, and Gymboree. And yeah, those places sound expensive, but Hollister was having an 80% off clearance sale and Gymboree was taking an extra 30% off everything in the store to include clearance items. So really, I was able to stretch the $200 very far. Anyway, all these facts added up apparently do *not* condone my spending money on clothes. DH starts bitching about how he has no control over the finances now and he should get a say in every spending decision.

Ummmm . . . you're half way on the other side of the world sleeping when I'm up.

Apparently, I shouldn't get too comfortable with the money; I need to get ready for "shit to change" when he gets back because he's the man of the house and he's taking charge. Right. Let's see, when you were in charge of the finances, even when there were *two* incomes, we were always broke. I've been handling the finances, and strangely enough, we have a little money saved up for a vacation. So, yeah, not going to happen.

I can see this being a huge fight when he get's back, but not one I'm willing to back down on. Seriously, It's gotten to the point that when he calls me, I almost don't want to answer the phone. It's almost never anything but bitching about non-issues. And somehow it's always my fault.