My name is Jenn, and I'm a 27 year old married and babied chick. In addition to a husband, a seven year old daughter, and a five year old autistic son, I also have four cats, three hermit crabs, two frogs, a few fish, and one snorty little Pug. I work from home doing a variety of writing and even some web design. I love blogging, digital photography and web design.
We had an unexpected financial matter crop up late last week. After taking care of it, we were left with, oh, let’s see… maybe $3? I’m waiting on a $400 work assignment payment, which would have been here today (well, Monday), but wasn’t because of the holiday, so it’ll be here tomorrow (Tuesday) instead. Only… that $400 is going straight to my dad. You see, last winter, we were in a financial bind. I asked my dad for assistance. He assured us over and over that he didn’t want it back. Then he said that what he did want back would be little amounts of $100 or so, here and there. Then he said he didn’t want it back at all. Back and forth, back and forth.
Fast forward to now. He has suddenly decided that he does want it back, and wants a beginning payment of $400 immediately. For the last week I have heard nothing but requests, complaints, bitching, groaning, ranting and raving. I thought he was going to implode when I had to tell him tonight that I didn’t have it, because I wasn’t paid, but that I should have it on Tuesday.
Let’s re-cap. I’m down to about $3, and whatever is in Alyssa’s piggy bank and Ryan’s piggy bank. Somehow, that $3 is supposed to last us until Friday, when Dan gets paid. Did I mention that Dan’s car is on E? And that my car has less than half of a tank of gas? Oh yeah, I’m also out of lactaid (Ryan), and down to a half gallon of milk (Alyssa), and one lonely little slice of cheese, and not much meat in the fridge and freezer.
Oh yeah, and the real icing on the cake: my dad expects me to take him to the bank, then go and see my grandfather, and on the way there pick up about $15 worth of donuts and coffee. Oh, and let us not forget the pit stop at the gift shop, to buy some overpriced flowers or another gift for my grandfather.
HOW ON GOD’S GREEN EARTH am I supposed to make three dollars cover $30 worth of gas, $15 worth of “necessary” food, $15 worth of crap and overpriced gifts? Tell me oh mighty internets, so I can start wielding this awesome money magic that thus far I am clueless about.
I am NOT touching the piggy banks. No way. I would whore myself out before touching my children’s money. And thankfully, I have a lot of dry and canned goods, so we’ll get through the week on light meals. And, despite there not being lactaid, I still am lactating, and Ryan can also have juice and some water. As far as as the gas? Dan can take my car to work, and I’ll just have to sit home.
I want to scream. :/
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