The post vacation funk is gone, but reality refuses to step off. Coming off the vacation high and back into a less-than-ideal reality is never all that fun… especially when money problems rear their ugly, ugly head. We watched our spending pretty well during vacation–as well as we could, at least–and having the in-laws take care of the dinners/etc definitely helped. Still, we’re on a budget so we can keep the apartment… which is a bit expensive for what it is, welcome to living in a “city” area. Sigh. It also just recently went up and it’s now nearly $800 a month… which is just bloody ridiculous. Our one year commitment is up in October, hopefully husband gets some good leads or something by then. We may have to look into moving either way, though.
It doesn’t help that I’ll be missing a full paycheck soon, because the time I took off work was an entire pay period. I’m a temporary/grant employee, so I don’t get any of the benefits of an actual employee; I don’t get sick days, vacation, or any of that. I can take off whenever I please, but I lose money because of it. It definitely sucks, especially now that my family is really putting pressure on me to visit… which means another week of no pay. I’ve also started calculating my hours and I’ve worked over a quarter of them already. Sigh.
Money is a huge, huge stress for me. I hate worrying and fussing around about it and I sure as hell hate struggling with it. It’s never been one of my strong suits. I’m cool as a cucumber with everything else, but this? Not at all. There’s not a whole lot we can do and I have my last cavity appointment tomorrow. I’m opting out of the nitrous and am just going to grin and bear it. It’s just too expensive to do right now (we don’t have dental insurance.) Husband also has his mandatory yearly check-up tomorrow. Last time we got ass raped, our shitty state insurance didn’t cover a damn thing and it ended up costing between $400-500! It’s nothing that can be avoided, either. It’s a requirement of his leukemia treatment as a child. Sigh.
As if things couldn’t get more annoying, husband’s car was in dire need of tire rotation, oil change, and transmission fluid. The warnings came up before we left for vacation and we only just got the car into Walmart on Saturday… where they told us that not only were one of the tires was on the wrong damned way but that the tires wouldn’t pass state inspection and we’d need to buy two new ones. They couldn’t touch them until we did. Siiiiiigh! That’s $200+… I told husband I could cancel my dental appointment, but he refused. It’ll cost just as much. I should’ve done it anyway and just told him at the last-minute.
I keep crossing my fingers, hoping for some good news, but so far… nothing. Friday was a total downer, too. I had missed called my family due to all the chaos and my grandma left me a sad voice mail and then my mum proceeded to call me ten times in two days. When I finally spoke to them, neither had good news. My mum actually started crying and it was just sad. It wasn’t drunk crying, either… which startled me. When it rains, it fucking pours, doesn’t it? Haven’t heard from dad in a week… today is his birthday. I sent him a card, but I should probably call him, too… even though I’m pissed that he hasn’t called me and he broke his year long promise that he was going to come down and visit. Sigh.
Husband’s performance review is today, so he’ll be home late. They’re actually scheduled for tomorrow, but he’ll be off due to our appointments. Should give me enough time to try and cheer the fuck up… or at least pretend to… after I call my stupid dad. Sigh.
