That’s funny
. . . not funny ha ha. . . funny like interesting and notable and unexpected.
This is the month the dookey* hits the roof. With help from my mom and my half of the tax refund, we’ve made it successfully through all of my months of little-to-no pay (because of the bed rest business) up to now. My savings ran out about two weeks ago, and I just paid bills today, leaving me well short of the funds required to cover my half of the mortgage. Note that this means there’s absolutely nothing left on my side for upcoming childcare expenses, groceries, or other essentials for the month. And because Plump has to make up for the missing chunk of my mortgage payment, he won’t be left with much to work with either.
But this morning we sat on the couch and had coffee while Squirt snoozed in the swing and Abby snoozed in the same position on the couch, and I thought Life has never been better than this.
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*Seriously, if I’m going to pull off this grown-up censoring for the kid thing, I’m going to have to come up with my own substitutes because dookey just isn’t doin’ it for me.
