Things are Tight…

I can’t stand this feeling.  I need $400 tomorrow and don’t have any idea where it’s coming from.  GRRRR.  But after we get through this week we should be okay.  It’s one of those deals where everything happened at once and when the smoke cleared that’s all we were short.  Doesn’t make it any less stressful, but this used to be a few-times-a-week thing.  As such, I think I can handle one day of it.  But … ugh.

We looked at sofas.  It’s amazing what happens after you see kids destroy one sofa (it took several years, but still) – it sure narrows the field for the next one.  I’d point to one and he’d name three reasons it wouldn’t last a year, then we’d switch and I’d be the killjoy.  The good news is we did find one for $400 that we both like and it seems about as kidproof as any.  (That’s the cue for the thing to no longer be available in a couple of weeks. GRRR.)

I’m still feeling unorganized and frazzled.  I hope the feeling goes away, but I’m wary to even hope that because there are way too many people in this small space.  Or not so much the people, but the STUFF.  We’ve gotten rid of a lot, but you just can’t get rid of it all.  It’s frustrating – we can’t turn around without running into something or someone.  I’m grateful we have a couple of acres and warm weather is upon us – opening the house to the outdoors sure helps.  At least then when I’m tripping over *stuff* I’m not landing on a kid.  *sigh*

I hope to work on ebay in the next week.  I have a ton of stuff to list – a ton meaning (now) about 24 of those boxes printer paper comes in (the box of 10 packs of 500).  And a few more boxes.  I spent all day yesterday cleaning a room out to dedicate to ebay.  Otherwise, I can’t keep my listings organized.  The double upside of getting rid of *stuff* AND getting paid to do it is hard to resist.

One final thing, and please don’t be offended by my posting this because I know we are all struggling, but prayers are free.  A dear friend of mine has a baby boy, 9 months old, who needs a DOC band to correct the shape of his head.  They are a military family, and their military insurance has denied the claim and subsequent appeals.  They HAVE offered to pay for corrective brain surgery down the line, and as I look at my own little girl, also 9m, I cannot FATHOM having that to look forward to.  Why they’d refuse the $1500 band – a totally non-invasive treatment – and tell these people to wait for brain surgery is beyond my ability to comprehend.  They’ve fought and appealed for six months now, and at this point they’re out of time, growth wise, for the band to be an effective option.   If you’ve been here a while you know I never “solicit” but I am asking now for your prayers, and if you’re able to help in other ways, please click here.  No family should have to face this.

I apologize for swinging in here a day later than expected (again). I spent almost all of yesterday on that cleaning project, and I’ll work on it some more today to get my mind off that $400.  (Yeah, like that’ll work.  LOL.)  At any rate, I’ll see you tomorrow and we can all find out what the H managed to do about that $400, LOL.

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