Leap year days are always special to me...
My young mom had to have a C-section and a decision had to be made what day my birthday would be... she COULD have chosen February 29th, but she thought it may be easier on me if it was March 1st instead. How interesting would that have been if she'd chosen differently, eh?
Also, most year's my Grandma B's birthday and mine are next to each other but on a leap year they are separated by a day.
So here I am on a leap year day pondering the strange circumstances that give us our birthdays, silently appreciating my mommy for all she has done over the years, not the least of which was give me a "normal" birthday date.
2.29.2012
2.13.2012
The magic budget!
I suspected that if I did up my budget I would feel less like I was spiralling out of control -- and it worked!
My finances look clearer... not wonderful, but definitely clearer.
However teeth have taken a "bite" out of my confidence. The dog broke ANOTHER molar over Christmas (thanks to getting a nice meaty pork bone from a well-meaning relative) and it's stinking to high heaven so I guess I HAVE to get that taken care of (the last one he broke cost over $500). And Steve needs braces starting in June... it will be costing $7000 by the time that is done... (unfortunately, unless I want him to suffer the same narrow palate complications as I have, it has to be done while his skull is still young.) My teeth don't LOOK bad, but my bite is terrible and my jaw discomfort is chronic.... my lucky boy has the same mouth structure. I don't want to curse him to lifelong discomfort but I'm not happy about dishing out the $7G either.
The good news (awesome news actually) is that T's job looks secure and full time for the foreseeable future and he has been getting so much side-line mechanical work that I barely see him on weekends. I have told him to slow down because I can see it's burning him out but that's another story. He wants that cash, so I can't stop him -- he'd rather burn out than feel poor, what an amazing sense of responsibility that man has!
More good news, my business has finally picked up again too! Hooray! I have a list of 10 items for design work and 5+ HVAC schematics to do. AND I have an interview for a new bread-and-butter client tomorrow that I feel good about AND a potential part time job opportunity may exist to expand my skill list and reinforce my existing knowledge in a parallel field (but it would officially make me unavailable to my clients 2 days a week, so I have to think very seriously about that)
Call me superstitious, but I think all this good news is because I took the bull by the horns and did my budget. Nothing like seeing written down - exactly what you need - to let the universe know that you are ready to get it!
My finances look clearer... not wonderful, but definitely clearer.
However teeth have taken a "bite" out of my confidence. The dog broke ANOTHER molar over Christmas (thanks to getting a nice meaty pork bone from a well-meaning relative) and it's stinking to high heaven so I guess I HAVE to get that taken care of (the last one he broke cost over $500). And Steve needs braces starting in June... it will be costing $7000 by the time that is done... (unfortunately, unless I want him to suffer the same narrow palate complications as I have, it has to be done while his skull is still young.) My teeth don't LOOK bad, but my bite is terrible and my jaw discomfort is chronic.... my lucky boy has the same mouth structure. I don't want to curse him to lifelong discomfort but I'm not happy about dishing out the $7G either.
The good news (awesome news actually) is that T's job looks secure and full time for the foreseeable future and he has been getting so much side-line mechanical work that I barely see him on weekends. I have told him to slow down because I can see it's burning him out but that's another story. He wants that cash, so I can't stop him -- he'd rather burn out than feel poor, what an amazing sense of responsibility that man has!
More good news, my business has finally picked up again too! Hooray! I have a list of 10 items for design work and 5+ HVAC schematics to do. AND I have an interview for a new bread-and-butter client tomorrow that I feel good about AND a potential part time job opportunity may exist to expand my skill list and reinforce my existing knowledge in a parallel field (but it would officially make me unavailable to my clients 2 days a week, so I have to think very seriously about that)
Call me superstitious, but I think all this good news is because I took the bull by the horns and did my budget. Nothing like seeing written down - exactly what you need - to let the universe know that you are ready to get it!
2.01.2012
Hair, Grit and Dust
ick.
my dog makes too much hair.
my family makes too much grit, grime and dirt
my house is perpetually dusty.
With these above truths in mind... I wonder what I do all day long. I'm a work-at-home mom... doesn't that mean my home should be CLEAN?
It's often tidy... but it doesn't stay CLEAN for long. Whirlwinds of dog hair swirl around on the stairs within minutes of vacuuming. I can't vacuum constantly.
Toothpaste speckles fleck the bathroom sinks and mirrors. Daily cleaning is the only answer to that. That's the only answer for the other bathroom zones too. But WHY do I have to be the one who cleans the toilets (and surrounding areas)? I am not the one spraying and splashing... seriously I hate it. I hate what I know is there, and how the dog and cat hair sticks to it. ICK is not a good enough word for it. I wish I could have convinced T to teach the boys to sit down... yes that would have been better I think.
The kitchen is the only room where I understand the grime. 3 meals per day = 3 clean ups per day. Perfectly logical, and worth the effort: the price of yummy food is a kitchen to clean.
It's the hair, dust and grit that get to me the most. I can't get ahead with it. I can't even catch up! It is my lot in life (while the dog is with us) to chase this mess around.
Good thing he's a good dog, that's all I can say about that!
my dog makes too much hair.
my family makes too much grit, grime and dirt
my house is perpetually dusty.
With these above truths in mind... I wonder what I do all day long. I'm a work-at-home mom... doesn't that mean my home should be CLEAN?
It's often tidy... but it doesn't stay CLEAN for long. Whirlwinds of dog hair swirl around on the stairs within minutes of vacuuming. I can't vacuum constantly.
Toothpaste speckles fleck the bathroom sinks and mirrors. Daily cleaning is the only answer to that. That's the only answer for the other bathroom zones too. But WHY do I have to be the one who cleans the toilets (and surrounding areas)? I am not the one spraying and splashing... seriously I hate it. I hate what I know is there, and how the dog and cat hair sticks to it. ICK is not a good enough word for it. I wish I could have convinced T to teach the boys to sit down... yes that would have been better I think.
The kitchen is the only room where I understand the grime. 3 meals per day = 3 clean ups per day. Perfectly logical, and worth the effort: the price of yummy food is a kitchen to clean.
It's the hair, dust and grit that get to me the most. I can't get ahead with it. I can't even catch up! It is my lot in life (while the dog is with us) to chase this mess around.
Good thing he's a good dog, that's all I can say about that!
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