The love of money is the root of all evil; the need for money is the root of all stress.
My mom was a stay-at-home like I have become. I never realized that sacrfices that she and dad made for that luxury until now. I always new that we didn't have a lot of extra money, but I also knew that we always had plenty to eat, and somehow Mom finagled thing so that there was always money for school supplies, band expenses, etc. We even took a rare vacation to the beach or Atlanta. But not until now did I realize how much she robbed Peter to pay Paul or how much she scrimped. I remember her taking Kool-Aid with us to McDonalds. I thought it was because she didn't want us to have sodas. In reality, she couldn't afford drinks (this was before the days of Value Meals). Now, as I play up a trip to TCBY as a big deal to C, I know how she felt.
Recently money has become a huge issue. Saving has been nickeled and dimed to death. Bill's truck needed tires, home school curriculum needed to be bought, now Bill's truck needs an alternator part (he has my car this week in Charlottesville), and the list goes on. Throughout most of it, I've kept a calm attitude, even when I had to ask my mom for money (kill me now), but in the last few days, I have just become so weary. I know there is a light at the end of the tunnel. There will be a Christmas bonus (I hope) to help, and in January my car is paid off. I'm just so tired of scrimpling and scraping to make it to the end of the month. Months that have 5 weeks seems to last an eternity. I miss the extra money that I made at Slyvan that allowed me the occasional lunch out without having to consult a financial planner first. And yet, when I did have that extra money, I know I was not wise with it. And perhaps that is the lesson I am to learn here: you can't squander what you don't have.
On a happier note: It's National Coffee Day! Gee, that's pretty much EVERY day for me.
Recently money has become a huge issue. Saving has been nickeled and dimed to death. Bill's truck needed tires, home school curriculum needed to be bought, now Bill's truck needs an alternator part (he has my car this week in Charlottesville), and the list goes on. Throughout most of it, I've kept a calm attitude, even when I had to ask my mom for money (kill me now), but in the last few days, I have just become so weary. I know there is a light at the end of the tunnel. There will be a Christmas bonus (I hope) to help, and in January my car is paid off. I'm just so tired of scrimpling and scraping to make it to the end of the month. Months that have 5 weeks seems to last an eternity. I miss the extra money that I made at Slyvan that allowed me the occasional lunch out without having to consult a financial planner first. And yet, when I did have that extra money, I know I was not wise with it. And perhaps that is the lesson I am to learn here: you can't squander what you don't have.
On a happier note: It's National Coffee Day! Gee, that's pretty much EVERY day for me.