Right back where we started from

I was dying for payday, scrounging the cents to make it last. So glad to fill up the tank, my phone minutes, and the fridge. Money’s all gone. The car insurance policy renewal hurt. I cried. I’m ridiculous, I know this by now.

So in what seems like my new ritual and scanned for things I’ve bought but don’t need and won’t use. Now I don’t mean clothing or random luxuries. No, I’m getting tighter than that.

I just returned a $10 item to WalMart, have a stash ready for Hobby Lobby that will equal maybe $15. The one I’m not sure about is Meijer & the random non perishable grocery items I didn’t need for the birthday cake extravaganza. I don’t even know if you can return that kind of stuff but it’s unopened so I’m going to try.

It’s all the little things that probably kill me anyway, I’m pretty good about spreading out or waiting on the big items. But it felt really good to load them up and get it out of here for a few bucks. Penny pinching, bleh.

Alone In My Thoughts

The little one just left for over 24 hours. He’ll be home late tomorrow and gone again Tuesday for a few. It’s so weird knowing I can do whatever I want right now. I’m surprised I’m still clothed, since being able to sit on the couch in my underwear is such a rare treat. Never come to the door unannounced, it’s pantsless in here sometimes.

If I didn’t pick up 6am tomorrow at the hospital I’d get drunk and watch movies curled up in bed, alas, that will have to wait until I don’t have to wake up so early. Instead I’ll get my chores done like a good, boring mom and watch Army Wives. Hey, tonight’s episode does look good.

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Update: After running errands and fixing something to eat, I hear a knock at the door.  No pants on. I dash to grab some shorts and pray it’s no one who’ll notice I’m braless. I dash back and the screen door is swinging open and no one is at the door. Likely the neighbor kid who got an eyeful of me dashing through the kitchen sans clothes.

I’ve tempted fate. Next I predict a handsome man will deliver me a bouquet of money. I’m ready with flips flops and everything on.

What was I thinking

The fruits of my labor or loins or something. 

It never fails – the most popular cake was the stupid steak that was made from a box.  Emi’s white cake with raspberry was the best cake I’ve ever made (the guys still say German Chocolate but whatever).  The chocolate was good (moist) and better than the last time I made it by remembering all the ingredients.

Yet they fought over who was taking the last slab of the red velvet.  Figures!  The cream cheese icing for the perfect “bone” color did hit the spot.

Knocking out 3 celebrations in one is nice, exhausting but still fun.  If only there were fireworks every weekend as reward.  I’m so worn out,  I was 24 hours ago when I was home from a crazy shift.  Throw in little sleep, making crap & all my grandparents together talking me out- time to fight Cooper for a spot on my bed before delirium sets in.