Surrender

9 Aug

That’s it…I give up! Wave the white flag, I’m done.

Not only is Babygirl refusing potty training (even when she’s naked she pees…that’s just not right.) but now because of hubby’s vacation we’re struggling to make the morgage and other things.

Here’s the deal: Scott has two weeks of vacation at the end of July every year. He works for a big furniture company in one of their manufacturing plants, basically he’s a mill rat. Now this mill rat gets about 13.00 an hour, which I’m sure is small potatoes in big cities, but living in Hickville it’s actually a decent amount. Normal places, I’ve been told, have mortgages of over a thousand dollars a month. Ours is 670.00 a month for a 91,000 dollar house that, I’ve been told anywhere else, would cost at least 200,000. This is just me giving you an idea that cost of living here is WAY different then larger cities.

Anyway, during his vacation he gets his regular check and two vacation checks. These checks are calculated by the amount that he made during the year. This year, however, the plant took Fridays off for awhile because it was slow and he got unemployment during those days, so his two checks weren’t very big. We didn’t do much, we just went to Santa’s Village…didn’t buy a lot, just chilled, and yet, here we are again, as usual, struggling to make bills this month. It always sucks, because just when you get to the point that you’re not living from check to check (meaning you have at least 100.00 in the bank at all times), you get broke again.

Want to hear even suckier news? My birthday is August 15th, and every year, EVERY year, I end up using the money I’m sent for my birthday to cover bills. This means Randi has 3 prs of jeans, 3 presentable short sleeve shirts (presentable=no stains or words anywhere on the shirts…we can’t wear shirts with words to work), and a few long sleeve shirts. I haven’t gotten new underwear in years AND I haven’t had new sneakers or boots since college. So just when Randi would LOVE to take her birthday money and go buy an outfit or two (hell, maybe even somthing dressy to wear if we go out…PSYCH, we NEVER go out…but that’s a discussion for another day) I can’t because I end up putting it all into bills.

And then, if that isn’t enough, let’s throw this into the fire: Toad needs to go school shopping (it’s our first time and I’m still in denial…shut up), my new medication costs 30.00 a month (it’s not a lot, but when you don’t have it, it’s a huge amount), Babygirl has her surgery coming up, we got denied for fuel assistance (Okay, does anyone else think it’s ridiculous they count your gross income instead of your net, especially when your taxes and medical/dental insurance all come out before you get anything, basically meaning we get 200.00 less a week then Scott makes? I think that’s nuts and am planning on telling them so.) so we have to figure out where we’re going to get about 350.00 every 6 weeks for oil….yup, I’ve reached the beyond stress point.

And what does hubby say last night? “Don’t worry about it…you worry too much. When I start to worry is when you should worry.” Okay, when HE starts to worry will be when we’re living in a cardboard box.
We don’t have much debt…just the house, a van (our car’s paid off), and the usual bills: food, electric, satellite (the smallest package)…no credit cards, we don’t buy anything extravagant, we NEVER go out (unless you count McDonalds, and then it’s every other week or so), so how come we can’t keep our heads above water?!
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Surrender

9 Aug

That’s it…I give up! Wave the white flag, I’m done.

Not only is Babygirl refusing potty training (even when she’s naked she pees…that’s just not right.) but now because of hubby’s vacation we’re struggling to make the morgage and other things.

Here’s the deal: Scott has two weeks of vacation at the end of July every year. He works for a big furniture company in one of their manufacturing plants, basically he’s a mill rat. Now this mill rat gets about 13.00 an hour, which I’m sure is small potatoes in big cities, but living in Hickville it’s actually a decent amount. Normal places, I’ve been told, have mortgages of over a thousand dollars a month. Ours is 670.00 a month for a 91,000 dollar house that, I’ve been told anywhere else, would cost at least 200,000. This is just me giving you an idea that cost of living here is WAY different then larger cities.

Anyway, during his vacation he gets his regular check and two vacation checks. These checks are calculated by the amount that he made during the year. This year, however, the plant took Fridays off for awhile because it was slow and he got unemployment during those days, so his two checks weren’t very big. We didn’t do much, we just went to Santa’s Village…didn’t buy a lot, just chilled, and yet, here we are again, as usual, struggling to make bills this month. It always sucks, because just when you get to the point that you’re not living from check to check (meaning you have at least 100.00 in the bank at all times), you get broke again.

Want to hear even suckier news? My birthday is August 15th, and every year, EVERY year, I end up using the money I’m sent for my birthday to cover bills. This means Randi has 3 prs of jeans, 3 presentable short sleeve shirts (presentable=no stains or words anywhere on the shirts…we can’t wear shirts with words to work), and a few long sleeve shirts. I haven’t gotten new underwear in years AND I haven’t had new sneakers or boots since college. So just when Randi would LOVE to take her birthday money and go buy an outfit or two (hell, maybe even somthing dressy to wear if we go out…PSYCH, we NEVER go out…but that’s a discussion for another day) I can’t because I end up putting it all into bills.

And then, if that isn’t enough, let’s throw this into the fire: Toad needs to go school shopping (it’s our first time and I’m still in denial…shut up), my new medication costs 30.00 a month (it’s not a lot, but when you don’t have it, it’s a huge amount), Babygirl has her surgery coming up, we got denied for fuel assistance (Okay, does anyone else think it’s ridiculous they count your gross income instead of your net, especially when your taxes and medical/dental insurance all come out before you get anything, basically meaning we get 200.00 less a week then Scott makes? I think that’s nuts and am planning on telling them so.) so we have to figure out where we’re going to get about 350.00 every 6 weeks for oil….yup, I’ve reached the beyond stress point.

And what does hubby say last night? “Don’t worry about it…you worry too much. When I start to worry is when you should worry.” Okay, when HE starts to worry will be when we’re living in a cardboard box.
We don’t have much debt…just the house, a van (our car’s paid off), and the usual bills: food, electric, satellite (the smallest package)…no credit cards, we don’t buy anything extravagant, we NEVER go out (unless you count McDonalds, and then it’s every other week or so), so how come we can’t keep our heads above water?!

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