Who Wears the Money Pants?

I am truly a 1950's wife at heart. (Except that I don't vacuum in pearls...or at all for that matter). I stay home, I make dinner (sometimes it isn't even a frozen dinner), I tidy the house (Yes, Dan I DO, I can hear you snickering...) and I haven't got a CLUE about our finances. I don't know how much money we make each month (even though it is even a matter of public record), I don't know where our investments are, I don't know how much our mortgage payment is. I DO know how to use a credit card and practice often.

I hide every month when Dan clicks open the "BUDGET" file on the computer, sneaking around the house like a ninja trying to avoid the "We're operating in the RED" talk. It makes me feel like a child outside the Principal's office. I am a spender....Dan is a saver. I am grateful for this and am please that I landed me a man that knows how to provide for me and my blissfully clueless ways.


Don't get me wrong. Dan doesn't try to keep this from me. He tries...actively...to get me involved and explain things to me. I glaze over and block it all out (not always intentionally) and start daydreaming about shopping at Nordstroms. I'll snap back to reality eventually and see Dan staring at me sternly and I bat my eyes and rub my hand up his thigh....that usually does the trick.


The other night hubby mentioned to me that he knows SO many different guys whose wives run the financial show. These women, whether career ladies or SAHM's like me, are wearing the pants and controlling the finances. Hey, if that works for you, MORE power to ya. I am happy settling into a more traditional role of ignorance. (And despite what my MIL LOVES to tell me... it IS, in fact, MY money too and I DO believe that I earn it as equally as my husband). I just don't really care to know what happens behind the scenes. It is so much less stressful.


Everyone has their own gifts and talents. Mine is not money. I am the official toilet scrubber, butt wiper, thigh rubber, and underwear folder of the family. I'm happy letting hubby wear the pants...I like dresses better anyway. I've got great legs.