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.
I started out having a pretty decent day today. I was current on all my work, and progressing nicely on the things that were lined up but not due yet. I had grand plans of getting my work done and trying to get some stuff done around the house that desperately needs to be done. One of these days I’m going to learn that nothing ever works out as planned.
I attempted to start working on the house shortly before Pumpkin was due home, but it just wasn’t meant to be. A monster headache hit me all at once. I figured I’d take something and rest until she got home, help her with her homework, and by then feel well enough to get something accomplished. Wrong.
All I got was a bunch of static over the homework. I tried to keep my voice down and be reasonable, but that didn’t help matters. I finally blew my top, yelled at her, and grounded her. And that didn’t even help much. It certainly didn’t help my head.
Then Hubby got home, and he had a serious attitude problem too. I’m not sure where it came from, but it caused things to be tense between us all evening. Then Pumpkin got up after I put her to bed, saying that she had forgotten that she had more homework. Not just a little thing, but 15 sentences to write (which usually takes her about 45 minutes to an hour). How’s that for icing on the cake?
I made her go back to bed and told her I would try to help her in the morning. That child is going to have to learn the meaning of responsibility. Then I tried to talk to Hubby before he called it a night, but that didn’t make things any better. So here I am, sitting in front of my computer (which is acting up and getting on my nerves too) in a mood so foul it should be illegal. I’m not sure if a brand spanking new pair of Dansko shoes could cheer me up right now. Couldn’t hurt, I suppose, if anyone cares to send me a pair.
