So yesterday, Kevin received his Christmas bonus from work. As most of you know, Kev has been working like a dog the last few months putting in 60 hour weeks and even working weekends trying to fix the problems with his tools. I suppose leaving at 10pm has its rewards because yesterday, Kevin received a Christmas envelope. He was asked to keep it on the QT because not everyone was getting a bonus this year. Kevin played it cool and pocketed the envelope.

Once home, I ripped into that baby. A way out of credit card debit? An extra trip to see Baby D? A new tool? (OK, that last one was Kevin.) You can imagine my reaction when the big Christmas bonus was……. $74.00.

Yup. $74.00. I haven’t seem my husband before 8pm for the last two months and in return for this I get $74.00. Kevin, being the sweet person he is, was happy enough. It was more than nothing. After all, last year he got a $20 gift certificate to the grocery store and the year before that two movie tickets. But somehow, with all the hoopla and need for secretcy, I assumed there was something a little more substantial than, well, $74.00.

Sigh.

Well, I guess there’s always next year, right?