We hustle and we bustle. Always at warp speed. I knew something was off. I should have known after he couldn’t join us the 2nd night in a row. But I was caught up in the excitement of everything. And he wanted to spare me. But more than that he wanted me to have a good time. He’s giving and kind that way. And he DID spare me for a while until I caught a clue. This note was an insert in his check. He left it on the kitchen counter Wednesday night.
He did not say a word about it. When I got home, we caught up on our day and then we went to bed. Thursday morning we were up and at em again. More hustle, more bustle. I still missed seeing the note.
We both had a really long day. When I arrived home Thursday night, he had already started shredding to beat the rain. I fed the dogs , then tackled the insides chores which is when I finally saw the note. Not surprised this is happening. The sale was not news but the timing is a full month earlier. Not much time to figure out anything.
The mood is somber.
The phone is always ringing.
I overhear “yep they’re going to feed us then fire us” or “So-and-so said”.
When I say “maybe hear them out” or “you’re going to fill out the new application aren’t you?”, I get my head bit off. “You’ve not heard an effing word I said.”
He has offers out-of-state. I told him let’s go. I might even be able to keep my job working remote. But he could never leave. His roots are deep. Me? This dandelion is ready to scatter to whichever way the wind might blow.
As always, more to come.
I am the other F word. Frugal. See here and here.
Before I could get my car fixed after playing bumper cars, I had to do the math. What was my stupidity and a person running late for work going to cost me?
Answer $1250 smack-a-roos. Dammit!@ not like I have money to throw out the window seeing as B’s employment may dry up in the next month. When one door closes mantra keep me sane!
I bit the bullet and I am getting the work done. I forgot about my accident forgiveness so my insurance premiums won’t go up. The UM claim will provide me with a rental car for 10 days which is the estimated amount of time cover the 2nd accident. I will need to figure out what to do to get around on the remaining days as the first accident was more expensive and will take longer to fix.
Do I borrow PoPo’s Honda or get permission to work from home? Which if I do the latter I will become a hermit, shut-in who never bathes and either lives on Oreos or air. Drama much? Why yes drama always! I am the Queen comma Drama. My title reigns supreme. All the funny math and calculations to include that my car will be PAID OFF in only four more payments helped me move forward. Though I wanted to save that $1250 to buy groceries over time. Just in case ya know.
And if you haven’t noticed, I am a glass half empty kinda gal. Sure I put on a big show. Joking jokster but that is to laugh to keep from crying. I have to constantly remind myself that I am privileged because I am. And with that comes responsibility to be a better person (or at least I think it does).
Things could be worse and while saying that makes some people cringe, things could be worse reminds me of my daddy. Though his was more of a no use crying over spilt milk type of guy. Wipe up the damn milk and move the hell on. How Sweet It Is! I am blessed and grateful.
As always, more to come.