The Price of Common Sense

What’s the biggest risk you’d like to take — but haven’t been able to?

We would like my husband to be able to retire, but for a number of reasons, one of them vital, it would be a ridiculous decision.

The choice for him to keep working is entirely right, no question, but being sensible is hard.

No one told us that adulting would mean making sensible decisions. I don’t think it’s fair that they don’t teach this at school.

You’re a kid, you can’t wait to grow up and be in charge of your own life, do what you want when you want. Eat what you like when you like.

Then the entire world starts saying no. People who have far more power than your parents. I’d throw a tantrum if it wasn’t so pointless.

From realising that you have to work if you want to eat, to not eating what you want because doctors and dentists advise against that, it’s a long list of what you can get wrong, and how to lose the will to eat and drink in 7 nanoseconds or less. That’s without paying for stuff.

There is so little wiggle room for rebellion.

One of my funniest moments was when I was drinking a healthy fruit juice every morning because it was good for me, only for my dentist to have a fit! “You’re drinking fruit juice? That stuff is full of sugar! Stop it at once. You need to be careful with fruit!”

I didn’t stop and I didn’t tell the dentist. My new dentist is much less dramatic, gently rolls his eyes and suggests very careful brushing with the best toothpaste.

He also made me laugh as he told me it’s better to eat an entire bar of chocolate at once because sugar keeps attacking the teeth for thirty minutes after you eat it, so don’t nibble over a period of hours. I intend to buy him the largest bar of chocolate I can find for Christmas with a card that says “Don’t forget, all in one go!”

There has to be some revenge for the amount of time I’ve spent with my mouth open and no chocolate going in this year. The dentistry was necessary but my jaws are not fond of him. 🤣

He has a point though and that advice could save you a fortune, and you’ll still be able to eat chocolate.

All in all it makes you want to go to the nearest desert island and become self-sufficient. Except I’m so 21st Century I’d starve before I’ve worked out how.

Besides you can’t charge your phone by plugging it into a tree, right? And I’m not sure where you’d buy chocolate, how I’d transport the cats and feed them, if hairdressers visit deserted islands, what to do if I run out of nail polish remover, and if my stilettos will be ruined by the sand. I think me being a born natural for a natural life is somewhat questionable.

So, the main problem long forgotten at the top, is not hubby continuing to work, it’s the common sense required to do so. We’d all be far more free without it, but when you’d have nowhere to charge your phone as a result, you’ve got to stop to think haven’t you.

Smiles

Deb xx