Social Fail
Jul. 12th, 2010 10:34 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kyburgReally. I'm having trouble staying on top of this. I sail through four email accounts, Facebook, Twitter and this thing - and open up three IM clients, mind you - and still, this is getting away from me.
I owe reviews. *teh shame* Things that really don't have any cost except in sweat labor, and it's still getting away from me.
I come up with lively banter, but when I get here? Pfsssssssh.
I'm outsourcing the kid's birthday party to My Gym - best part, he asked for it. To the good, all I have to do is bring the cake. To the bad - it's $$$. To the good - up to 20 kids. To the bad - I have to remember all their names. Oh wait, there's a party this month for one of them, isn't there? YIKES.
I'm thinking about the finances as little as I can, but I suspect that's at the bottom of this. Remembering how easy it was to spend $1,500 on the poor cat who died is something of a faint 'how the heck did we do that?' at this point. Welcome to the first year of having a kid.
One bank error and one policy change. I can imagine what one of us being out of work would do in short order and the only solution would be to walk into traffic. This not being relevant to my interests, it's pretty distracting - if only on a subconscious level.
See, I've been this broke before - with more demand on a daily basis for more of everything. So broke I'd cut the phone back to local service only, basic cable, making bread in the bread maker with homemade sourdough starter, mac and cheese more than twice a day...name it.
And then Cliff died, the life insurance payments did what they were supposed to do...and not only were all the debts resolved, I had money left over. Significant money, by any standard I'd ever known. Lack of money stopped being a stressor, for a while.
I'm here to tell you - that can be completely surreal all by its own. And it doesn't make you happy. It doesn't even give you better choices, by itself.
Don't talk to me about there never being any money. Or threaten me with a bad credit report entry, conversely. I've had a credit report that could suck anything in from low orbit, that's how bad it was - and gee, somehow? I've never really noticed any lacks. I'm not greedy, which helps. My cars are paid for and the house is the largest debt on the list, and even that is getting paid off on an accelerated schedule. Yes, I probably pay more for financing. But I don't do much financing.
I'm waiting the house rennovation for obvious reasons. One, I don't want the disruption and two, nobody is loaning at rates I want to take on. Worse comes to worst, I convert the office back to a bedroom and we cope when Sierra comes home. Two years? Probably that. If we can't make it come together in those two years, we're still covered. To be blunt, that office is acting more like a storage room every day anyway.
So there. If current plans do not take another dump (no, really - I made all my plans for spending that money knowing I'd lose half my paycheck last cycle, no really), we should be back on top by the end of the month.
But then we're facing August. *shivers* August, who has not been my friend.
In the meantime, it's the little stuff that bothers me. I can't take the dry cleaning in. I can't mail the packages I owe. Order the books. Get my glasses. Stuff like that.
Yay Monday. And welcome to the holding pattern. I really should go clean up another pile of crap or write something. If I can concentrate that long, that is.
I owe reviews. *teh shame* Things that really don't have any cost except in sweat labor, and it's still getting away from me.
I come up with lively banter, but when I get here? Pfsssssssh.
I'm outsourcing the kid's birthday party to My Gym - best part, he asked for it. To the good, all I have to do is bring the cake. To the bad - it's $$$. To the good - up to 20 kids. To the bad - I have to remember all their names. Oh wait, there's a party this month for one of them, isn't there? YIKES.
I'm thinking about the finances as little as I can, but I suspect that's at the bottom of this. Remembering how easy it was to spend $1,500 on the poor cat who died is something of a faint 'how the heck did we do that?' at this point. Welcome to the first year of having a kid.
One bank error and one policy change. I can imagine what one of us being out of work would do in short order and the only solution would be to walk into traffic. This not being relevant to my interests, it's pretty distracting - if only on a subconscious level.
See, I've been this broke before - with more demand on a daily basis for more of everything. So broke I'd cut the phone back to local service only, basic cable, making bread in the bread maker with homemade sourdough starter, mac and cheese more than twice a day...name it.
And then Cliff died, the life insurance payments did what they were supposed to do...and not only were all the debts resolved, I had money left over. Significant money, by any standard I'd ever known. Lack of money stopped being a stressor, for a while.
I'm here to tell you - that can be completely surreal all by its own. And it doesn't make you happy. It doesn't even give you better choices, by itself.
Don't talk to me about there never being any money. Or threaten me with a bad credit report entry, conversely. I've had a credit report that could suck anything in from low orbit, that's how bad it was - and gee, somehow? I've never really noticed any lacks. I'm not greedy, which helps. My cars are paid for and the house is the largest debt on the list, and even that is getting paid off on an accelerated schedule. Yes, I probably pay more for financing. But I don't do much financing.
I'm waiting the house rennovation for obvious reasons. One, I don't want the disruption and two, nobody is loaning at rates I want to take on. Worse comes to worst, I convert the office back to a bedroom and we cope when Sierra comes home. Two years? Probably that. If we can't make it come together in those two years, we're still covered. To be blunt, that office is acting more like a storage room every day anyway.
So there. If current plans do not take another dump (no, really - I made all my plans for spending that money knowing I'd lose half my paycheck last cycle, no really), we should be back on top by the end of the month.
But then we're facing August. *shivers* August, who has not been my friend.
In the meantime, it's the little stuff that bothers me. I can't take the dry cleaning in. I can't mail the packages I owe. Order the books. Get my glasses. Stuff like that.
Yay Monday. And welcome to the holding pattern. I really should go clean up another pile of crap or write something. If I can concentrate that long, that is.
