Thank you all for the wonderful suggestions on how to provide incentives for myself that I can actually afford. I’m going to be looking at them all more closely and figuring out which one will work best for me. The reality is I only need a boost for this first month, I think after that the satisfaction of having a cleaner house will be enough to keep me going.
And now back to some good ‘ole fashion bitch n’ moan.
Being tight on money is exhausting. Needing to account for every penny, having to judge if something is worth the meager amount it costs, tracking it all on a spreadsheet – it takes an incredible amount of time and energy.
And it makes me depressed.
All the woman at my school {well, 12 of them} are going to Vegas this weekend. It’s the third annual trip. I went when I was pregnant so I missed out on a lot of the fun {though I still enjoyed myself}. I didn’t go the next year because Isa was only 6 months old {though I should have not been going because I definitely couldn’t afford it after three months of unpaid FMLA leave – funny how that never entered my mind!} This year I’m not going because we can’t afford it. Even if we could eek out the $1000 it will probably cost, after food and miscellaneous costs are factored in, that isn’t what I’d choose to spend it on. I’m sad not to go. I feel left out. This will be just one more way in which I’m isolated from my colleagues. One more way in which I’m different.
I was realizing that other day that I am less well off than any of my friends. It was a very sobering thought. It’s not that I think I should be better off than they are, I’ve just never been the least well-off. In fact, growing up my parents always had a very comfortable amount, of well, everything. I never really took pride in that, but now that I’m on the other end of it I feel kind of shitty.
{Did I mention that my dad is unemployed, yet again? He just spent his fourth New Years without a job. My poor parents are watching their lives’ work slip away. It definitely colors my feelings about scrimping and saving for a more secure future, that’s for sure.}
It brings up all sorts of culturally propagated ideas about money and its role in measuring worth here in this country; ideas I don’t have the idea to challenge here and now but that I hope to touch on sometimes soon.
My three best college friends are meeting {or planning to meet} somewhere this summer. I was originally saving up for a trip with Isa to Atlanta to meet up with one friend and then a short flight to South Carolina to visit my cousin and her daughter. Now I’m not sure what to do, as bringing Isa with me on the ‘girls weekend’ would probably be a disaster. They will most likely meet on the East Coast so it’s going to have to be one or the other. I realize that even if we weren’t so strapped for cash I still probably wouldn’t fly east twice in one summer {I’ve already abandoned any hopes of the NYC BlogHer conference, even though I’d have a free place to stay and I want to go so desperately} but still, knowing that I can’t even if I wanted to makes me kind of batty.
I’m sorry. I know this is just a big giant bitch fest. I know these are first world problems. I know that 99% of the world wants for so much more than I do. I realize that so many people in this country are struggling so much harder than I am. I guess it’s just hard that I’m surrounded by that other 1%, or more accurately, a small, and very well off, percentage of that 1%.



To be fair, $40 of it was on diapers, so I guess that doesn’t really count since I would need them anyway and they are WAY cheaper on Amazon.
Isa LOVES them. She takes them everywhere. I got her this set and a set of “pond friends.” They are all over our house right now and I don’t regret buying them one bit. In fact the idea of not having bought them makes me quite sad. It’s not helping my resolve right now.

On it’s opening night here in San Francisco!
I adore Cirque du Soleil. I saw my first show at 15 on a family trip to Las Vegas. I was entranced and I knew that if I were ever given the chance, I’d see them again in a heartbeat.




