So sometimes, when I'm feeling really sorry for myself, I tell me that I have a right to be down. I mean, life has not been very fair to me or Jenny (her son had the same illness as my DS).
But then I tell myself to put on my big-girl panties and buck up. I was speaking with a friend yesterday who was moaning about her own finances. How they were barely making it. How her husband's car was nearly ready to go to that great auto graveyard. She sighed, and then said it sure was a good thing her parents were paying for her kid's tuition at a private college. And she was so glad she got to spend her daughter's last spring break of high school with her in Italy, even though they really couldn't afford it. Oh well, she said, DH is going to the bank tomorrow to see how much is left on the home equity line.
Wow. I realized how much my thinking had changed as I listened to her speak. She and I are the same age and I suspect her debt totals are as bad - if not worse - than mine. The difference is that I now have a plan. And even though it's going to take what seems like forever, I am going to dig out of this quicksand. I will get traction and life will get better. Financially speaking, anyway.
On another subject, I didn't get much out of writing down a weekly menu. I use what I've got and don't go buy just for that night's meal, so it's mostly what I'm in the mood for. (Anybody else wonder what it's like not to have a say in what you're going to eat every single night? Thankfully, DH doesn't much care - he just eats :)
- Grilled london broil (bought on a half-price sale)
- baked potatoes
- black bean salad.
Wow, this was a rambling post. What can I say? It's Monday.