Psha, Who Needs AC?

As you may recall from The Rabid Wife Reforms post, Clark and I got into a little spat over leaving lights on. Well this recently came up again in reference to our electric bills. Hold on, let's back up a little...

We are on a budget. A tight one. Things that we mutually agreed on (to save some cash) include: turning lights off, unplugging un-used cell phone chargers, turning AC temperature up to 76/78 when we weren't home so it wouldn't be blasting and would only kick in in dire situations/heat waves... you get the idea. Last week our AC died and we were flippin' miserable. The pets were waning and we were just sticky and gross. It was the first day of this disaster that Clark told me I was a rabid beast and stormed out, all because I asked him to turn the light off.

Because I was still somewhat spiteful at him leaving that day, I made a point to let him know "how well I was sleeping without the AC, in fact I think I'm sleeping better." Who was I trying to kid?? And why on earth would a sane person ever say this?? Since the AC went out I had only slept, on average, 4-5 hours a night (I usually get 9, so this was a pretty serious situation). I was desperately waiting for the AC to get repaired but this was not a sinking ship that I was going down on. No, this time I was going to be the pillar of strength who could live through anything, including a freak heat wave. All because I was mad that he got mad that I was a huge bitch. Ugh, how dare he.

Three or four days into the heat wave, just as we heard from our landlord, Clark sits down next to me and says, "I was thinking about what happened this weekend and since you're sleeping well without the AC and in favor of not having really high electric bills I think, once the AC is fixed, we should only use it on the weekends when we are here all day. I mean, I'm sleeping OK too... and I know that bills can be stressful."

What. WHAT??? Why was this happening to me?! This is the absolute epitome of a wife eating her words. I must have been suffering heat stroke when I told him I was just fine without the AC but what the heck do I do now?? If I try and back out, then I'm the jerk who yelled at him about leaving a dinky light on but insists on blasting the AC. If I agree then I will never sleep again (or not until October). UGH!

In the spirit of my wifely reform I opted for eating my words, but let me tell you something... they don't taste so great the second time around. The silver lining is that he has stopped leaving the lights on. Greeeaaaattt... now we're hot and livin' in the dark.