I'm having a hard time with life right now. The situation with Carl has resolved itself in one form, but we are still plugging along trying to make the bad guys atone for their wrong-doings.
In the mean time, he got a cut in pay and we are struggling.
As I type this I am looking at the bills I have to pay next week and am wondering where the money is going to come from. We have enough to pay the essentials, but the credit cards and school loans? Not so much. We are already getting the phone calls... next are the letters.
And I'm scared.
Hello, Peter? Meet Paul... he is who is paying you.
We haven't been this bad off in a loooong time. I don't want to file the big "B" but we may have to. Carl says he isn't worried because when I freak out like this things turn out just fine. I don't think that is the case this time. My hair is falling out, I can't sleep... but my appetite is just fine! I eat when I worry... and I've put on a couple of pounds.
What if the kids get sick? What if any of the animals get sick? I need to get the boy's nails clipped but can't afford it. What if our AC stops working? What if something breaks and we need to fix it? What if... what if.... GAH!
I'm going to look for a parttime job, but who is hiring in this economy? I don't want to work retail... the thought makes my skin crawl. BUT if it will help us out until we get things under control maybe I can refrain from being ugly to the public.
This sucks. Big Time.
We'll make it through one way or another. I just needed to vent a little and get it off my chest. You guys have always been so good to me... guess I just need another shoulder to cry on.
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