Welp, I just can’t lie. Our effort at running a tight ship on the money front went up in smoke this month.
Do you have any idea what kind of lattes they have in the D.C. area? I had a Mayan Coca and cayenne latte, people. I was there to learn about how to be a good soldier in the cause to cure cystic fibrosis, and eat all the baked goods, and drink all the lattes, at every little indie cafe I saw. NOMS.
Then my little Laila turned 4, and we all went a little nuts about it. She received an assortment of Hello Kitty duds, a headband-making kit and Jake & The Pirate Legos from us, and lots and lots of gifts from family and friends. We had a family party. And I booked a zoo party room for more festivities with her preschool little people friends.. I mean, you only turn 4 once.
Mark’s birthday is this week, and we’re going out to grab dinner. And his friends want to take him out.
And you know, it’s just really hard to live like a monk when it’s someone’s birthday. ‘Cause we like celebrating, you know, being alive.
We humans are not programmed to strictly adhere to new rules and change. New rules and change. Ew.
Oh well. Here’s my breakdown of how we got off track.
Things fell apart when we thought we could make a budget every two weeks. HAHAHAHA.
I have come to the realization that we have to make a budget every single month. When we do, at the beginning of the month, I’m like good Sandy from Grease. At the end of the month, I’m big hair, leather-clad Sandy alter ego, 5 seconds away from unintended pregnancy. Gonna miss graduation day ’cause I’m at a bender by the river.
That’s the reason we decided Mark and I declared we were going to overachieve on our budget effort and write one up every two weeks. That didn’t happen. A month passed and our spending habits got sloppy. Two weeks is too frequent for a budget – our brains are stretched in too many different directions.
One of the best things we’ve done thus far is auto-deduct into a savings every month. I realize this is a no-brainer. But, srsly, with economic collapse as our backdrop, we’ve made six moves in three states, had two kids, and weathered a lengthy hospital stay and two operations from complications from my son’s chronic disease. It’s been hard to focus and prevent head explosion, let alone save.
I feel guilty about that and kinda sheepish. Probably, cause it’s more popular to pretend things are GREAT. Like, woo, look at me, life’s perfect. Selfie selfie hashtag YEAH.
Any way, eventually, we’ll need to do something with that savings, but I’m not there yet.
In other news, Mark canceled cable.
OK, OK, we agreed to “cancel cable.”
Then I went away for the weekend, and he actually did it.
I don’t miss Pawn Stars as much as I thought I would. I do miss Property Bros.
I’ve been sucked into “Hell on Wheels” on Netflix. It’s salve to the harsh non-cable reality I now occupy.
Should I get Hulu Plus? What else can you run through a PS3 that’s cheap yet excellent?
In other money news, we have resorted to bribery to get Laila to go on the pot.
What they hey? Out of nowhere, she reverted and started poo’in and peeing her pants. I mean, she’d run to the toilet and then sit next to it and pee. In her pants. For nanny Melissa, at school and at home for us.
It was like she was running a grand experiment.
At first we were like, “Why are you acting like a baby? You’re a big girl!”
Then she hung her head and cried, and kept poo’in all over her Rainbow Dash panties.
We made a big cruel show about ruined Rainbow Dash and all the other beautiful princess/Hello Kitty/flower drawers we had to throw away and she hung her head and cried, and poo’d up in her Pinkie Pie knickers.
I contemplated calling the doctor – actually I think I will still just to cover my bases. This is way too much info, btw, if you have no toddlers, please save yourself and navigate elsewhere.
She could be constipated and still have diahrrea, which happened to a friend of mine’s child.
Then we told her we’d give her a dime every time she went. And wapow, like magic, bribery worked.
Laila is saving up for a science kit, a pee and a poo at a time.
Thanks for reading! If you feel like it, share any budget missteps you’ve made and how you got back on track. Also – have you canceled cable? Did you get something else in its place that was cheap/better or successfully finish that novel/regroute bathroom tile/etc etc. And lastly – any tips you have for addressing potty training that regresses OUT OF NOWHERE – let me know.