Medic Mama

Every now and then, we all do things we're not proud of. Things that really make you stop and ask, what was I thinking? Well, I fell victim to one of those moments last week. It took me 5 days to even share it with my husband because it was just so stupid. Small, but stupid. Thursdays are usually my big grocery shopping days . I usually meal plan for the next 7 days Wednesday night so I'm organized and ready to gather supplies on Thursday. I had found some good coupon offers online for some things I usually don't buy (snack stuff mostly). One such item was sour cream and onion Chex Mix. Thursday night after the baby was in bed (Mr C was at work and J was at his moms), I settled in for some Netflix and some Chex Mix. Friday morning, I threw all the stuff that needed to come downstairs in a laundry basket that was full of dirty clothes. Items like my water cup, cell phone, the mostly full bag of Chex Mix, a dirty diaper... you know... the usual mom smorgasbord. When I got do...

That's right... let's talk about: Budgeting. What were you thinking?? Not that B word... sickos... When Mr C and I decided that I would stay home and resign completely from my job, my hours had already been dramatically reduced for several months. This meant that we had already grown accustomed basically to one income. However, the couple hundred dollars I was bringing I  each month actually made a difference. Not a huge one, but it helped. Fast forward to today. September 2nd, 2018. A Sunday. Mr C has been at work for 4 days. This is his standard schedule assuming he doesn't get forced on. 3 days on one week, 4 days on the next (and when I say "on" I mean 24 hours a day on... 72 and 96 hour shifts). That's a long time to be away from home and from the family. Long hours, stressful calls... yet at the end of each month, we are broke. B-R-O-K-E. Rewind to last year... We had been in a rental home for almost 3 years when they told us they wouldn't know...