Ugh. Being broke SUCKS ASS.
I was just on the phone with a bill collector trying to set up a payment arrangement to catch that shit up to date. One down, a million more to go, right?
I can only laugh, or else I'd cry. What keeps me sane is that I know everyone can empathize. We are in such a shitty time, a shitty economy, and I know most of us are feeling the burn! I feel bad for so many of my friends who I watch struggling on a daily basis. I've known at least a small handful of people that have gotten laid off within the past month or so.
It freakin' sucks!
But this is when I have to keep reminding myself: Daryl and I have a roof over our head. We have our health (although Big D needs a swift kick in the ass lately for not being as up on his diabetes meds as he should be! But that is fodder for another blog post). We have our active little Cashew on the way. We have our families and friends. We have great memories with those who are only here with us in spirit. Our fur-babies--as obnoxious as they can be sometimes--are healthy and give us lots of love and laughs. We have job security, something we are both insanely grateful for right now.
And despite being crazily stressed out about money and finances, especially with this little Cashew on the way, we still manage to maintain our silly senses of humor. I think the best characteristic of our relationship together? We never cease to make each other laugh.
So, yes, it could always be so, so much worse.
P.S. I spoke too soon, by the way, about the nausea being gone so Karma decided to come and bitch-slap me and remind me that SHE is in charge, not me. I've puked twice in the past three days. Yeah, baby.