Every other Friday, that is.
That's when my Hubs gets paid....don't get me wrong, I'm SUPER grateful that he does, in fact, get paid.
I just know that Pay Day means: Bill Pay Day. Booooo.
I handle all of the money, because as my husband has said repeatedly: I'm better at it.
I do all of our budgeting, pay all the bills, manage our accounts, etc. I don't mind doing it, but man, BP days are DEPRESSING.
The money just turns to dust before we even have time to breathe.
We may not pay rent, but unfortunately, that didn't make the student loans, car insurance, credit card bills, gas prices, phone bills, medical expenses, and SO ON go away.
Oh, how we wish it did!
We're trying really hard to save-- the fact that we've finally climbed out of our previous financial hole due to the job fallout/high rent combo and are able to HAVE a savings, is miraculous, but not miraculous enough, if you know what I mean. Especially when we're not sure if this whole "saving" fad is going to last.
It seems like every time we start to make headway, something comes up and knocks us back a few steps.
We're also really worried about my husband's job. They keep telling him that he's not in any danger, but how many people have heard that line lately, only to be tossed on their asses?
Keep your fingers crossed for us, please!
All of this, and trying to figure out a working budget for diapers!
Holy Madre de Jeeeebus.
I just keep telling myself that it will all work out. It always does in some form or fashion.....kinda. Sorta! maybe?
We just have to keep truckin'. We're luckier than a lot of people right now, and try to remind myself of that everyday.