OK, I hate to be a complainer. Who wants to listen to (or read of) a complainer? It might be a good idea to not read this blog if you don't want to hear it, because I feel like unloading, venting, casting all my cares upon the computer....get the picture? I am so tired of being POOR. It seems no matter what we do to try to get ahead, something happens to push it back again. We started a pretty good little savings account when we moved to Texas, but this month, things happened that depleted our little account so we just closed it. First off, I got a speeding ticket. No excuse, except I was in a school zone and didn't realize it (even though the light was flashing on the speed limit sign). I can remember exactly what I was thinking--Christmas is coming, will it be any easier this year? And whamo--I earned a nice little piece of paper that says pay $178.00 in 15 days. Can you hear the "cha-ching"? My fault.
The very next day, I have an eye appointment. We got a voucher in the mail for $99--includes exam and 3 months supply of contacts. I'm starting to have headaches and eye aches so we decided now is the time to get some new gloves for my eyeballs. To make a long story short, the visit turns out to be $333.00 smackaroos. That comes to a grand total of $511.00. I guess I should be thankful that we had it in savings.
I love Christmas. I get immense joy out of picking out the perfect gift for the people we love in life. My dear husband, he would be perfectly content if Christmas only came every five years. I don't understand this--if he had bad experiences or if it's just the fact that Christmas = spending money in his eyes (he would rather walk across hot asphalt barefoot than spend money). Every year it is like pulling teeth with him. There is minus some joy. (Did that sentence make any sense?). Plus, our insurance is going to go into effect in December--$500.00 a month. Subtract more joy from my Christmas joy account. His job will probably end in December--not much joy left to go around by now. Plus, he is probably going to take another job in Monroe. I wouldn't want this to get back to some people, but I would rather walk across hot asphalt barefoot in July for the rest of my life than move back there.
My son, bless his heart, is not helping my current state of blues. He has decided to go through a defiant, rebellious stage where he is in charge. He tells me and his Daddy "No!" at any command. He gets at least one whipping per hour for flat out, in your face disobedience. He refuses to take a nap, potty, or eat what I have fixed for him. I am about ready for him to be tired, covered in waste, and hungry if that is how he wants it (not really). I reaaaaaaally need wisdom and patience with him right now.
Also, I am so worried about a situation in John's family--can't discuss here but please pray for this little unspoken request.
I hope this doesn't make any of you feel awkward about Christmas gifts. Like I said, I love it and want to do it. I have been getting pretty creative about making things and so I am going to apply my craftiness for practical purposes this Christmas. I hope y'all are not depressed after reading my blog.