In a recent conversation with my aunt I learned she took a financial course at her church not too long ago. I called her back a few days later (after an extremely frustrating experience at a car dealership) to ask her how she would recommend I start my own financial correction process.
She had several suggestions but the one I’m going to implement immediately is splitting my expenses. For example, I’m going to assume that each month has four weeks and split each expense into four. Each week I will put a quarter of each bills estimate amount into my savings account so when the bill comes due I have the funds. Let’s just say that D and I don’t always plan ahead, but emergencies and unexpected expenses also arise.
The first step I need to take with this process is writing out all my expenses. I don’t mind sharing, and this IS my accountability blog, so I’m going to do it here.
The total of all that equals $2015, and this doesn’t include food, clothes, entertainment, gas for the car or holidays. Phoooooo… $504/week. I need to make sure I’m getting as close to 40 hours as possible, if not more.
When I’m committed and focused on working as much as possible I have the lease support and ability to do so?
Even though I’ve been up 11.5 hours today I’ve only been able to clock three hours, however he’s been up four hours and has been able to clock three hours already on schoolwork. (Yep, he gets up and I still have the baby the majority of the time)
When he sleeps late I’m nice and keep the door shut as to not disturb him , however he told me to take a nap and left the door wide open.
You have to remember…
In post 1 today I warned I might be hormonal
I vent on here because it allows me to blow off hot air to people I don’t know rather than be a bitchy wife. Must admit, however that today is the closest I’ve come to yelling at him. I can still feel my body pulsing with anger.
When I really think about though maybe the problem isn’t here. Today my family 600 miles away said goodbye to my brother. And I’m here. And I don’t get to say goodbye.
So I wrote post 1 early this morning and went to sleep immediately thereafter. “D” came to bed around 3:30, woke me up and we are asleep again around 4. The baby woke up at 6 and I have been up with her since then.
It’s not 12:31pm.
“D” is still asleep.
I’ve expressed to him a couple times in the past week that it’s frustrating when I get up early with her, get little to no work done and am exhausted myself when she goes to sleep for the night.
Apparently he didn’t hear me.
He works from 9-3 or 4 every night on his homework. His interruptions are pretty limited. He is productive.
It’s hard to write this post and remain anonymous as I have up to now. This past week brought nothing but heartache to my family, and for my sister and I it is only three weeks after losing our grandmother.
My stepbrother was murdered on Monday. He left his house on Monday morning and never made it to one of his appointments or home that night. He was found in a cornfield, dead, with a bullet wound. I’m only sharing with you what the papers are telling the public as we still have no motive or idea who did it.
I’m obviously mourning the loss of a brother (who I’m wishing I would have found the extra hour to visit with when home for grandmas funeral) but even more I’m in agony for my sister in law.
I can’t imagine what I would do if “D” were taken from me.