There are more places to put money than money to go around. I actually went into the laundry room, turned off the light, bent over, and worked on simply breathing while our unbalanced washing machine masked the noise of me trying not to cry.
One thing that I do when I’m super stressed is crafts and cleaning. If I’m super stressed, I clean… and that’s really hard to do right now being that I’m sick – another money drain, my health. Every time I turn around, there’s another demand on funds that we just don’t have.
Stupid me didn’t start saving for the holidays earlier. So, now I’m scrambling and stressing. I’m popping Klonopin and still hyperventilating while feeling my heart race.
I know I’m not alone here. Money’s tight for everyone. I’ve got nothing I can sell. Well, I do, but selling my engagement ring is just WRONG.
Am I the only one wanting to curl up in the fetal position at the thought of money? or lack thereof?