In a Bind
We’re not having a good week at my house. Hubby was supposed to get a bonus on his last paycheck, but it wasn’t on there. He says they are definitely going to get it, and that’s great and all, but there are bills that need to be paid now that we don’t have the money to pay.
I racked my brain last night to try to figure out a way to come up with the money we need to get through until he gets paid again. And I came up with nothing. Well, actually I did find some writing I can do, but by the time I get it finished it will probably be next week before I get paid. And, besides the loan company bugging us to death, the car insurance will be canceled by then if it’s not paid.
I’m trying to get in touch with the pawn shop to see what they’re taking right now. I hope they’ll let me bring in some CDs, DVDs and maybe a couple of small electronics. I’d be willing to take in both of the TVs and Hubby’s guitar too if they’d let me, but I would have a hard time getting them down the hill to my truck without falling and busting them because it’s icy out there.
I wish I could solve all this by cutting some fat from the budget, but there’s really nothing much there to cut. Our budget has been on Leptovox for some time now, so to speak. I just need to get more money coming in. Especially since Hubby is not going to be getting any overtime for a while now.
Oh well. Enough feeling sorry for myself. I’m not going to drive myself crazy with this. At least not until I’ve exhausted every possible option.
