Hey, remember how happy I was to send Isobel off to daycare? That’s ending. I simply can’t afford it this month; the perpetual cycle of running out of money before month’s end and rent is paid is killing me. I’m finding that my first support payment of the month (of two) is going directly to rent, leaving me with no further money, except for whatever I managed to not spend the month before, until the 15th.
It is giving me these teensy tiny heart attacks, I swear. Wherein I’m paranoid about buying something in bulk at the grocery store in case I need the dollars I spent to save money, later. Get it?
So yeah, taking a proactive step this month and getting rid of daycare. Because that’s a minimum of a couple-hundred I could put into the don’t-live-paycheque-to-paycheque-anymore fund. (aka the ’stop being a broke ass mofo piggy bank’)
I feel bad since the woman that she was going to see (and will, for the likely last time, tomorrow) is so awesome. And it’s the end of the month. And I’m cutting it off as of the 1st. I feel like I’m flaking out on her. Like…I’m being a mean person. I know I shouldn’t, but, I feel guilty, as if I should’ve been more responsible so as not to screw her over at all.
But it’s not all sadness – the playgroup we go to most weekday mornings also hosts a drop-in childminding service for any parent that stays within the rec centre’s complex. For like, $6. So, should the need arise, Isobel would end up doing the exact same thing, with the exact same people, for 15% of the price – and I could be in the library, distraction free, with free wifi. Doable.
Growing up and making old-people decisions sucks sometimes, you know?
Further…
You guys. Seriously? Only four people did the sudoku challenge and no one beat me. What’s up with that? I figured there’d be some definite ‘I high geniused you’s going on. Fine. I will continue my over-inflated IQ egoism. But it’s your faults.
Also riding a high on the fact that today, for all of her 13 hours of being awake, Isobel was accident-free. She went on five different potties today, public, at home, at playgroup, everywhere. My kid rocks. Oh, the diapers I’m a gonna save money on. Now, where to find panties smaller than a size 2….?
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