Am so stressed out about money. We're waiting on a refinance that, if it doesn't go through, will ruin us financially. And we didn't do stupid things with equity and all that. We just picked a *really* shit moment to buy a house that needed work - and not the kind that was willing to wait for a few years (look for my next book!, about what to avoid when purchasing an older home, and how many cabinets and inch-sized niches to peer into using a micro-lens in order to best determine whether said old house is worth the duckets!).
Will be returning to a full-time position with the mountain resort, in their sales office, at first of September. Jack begins preschool the same week, and I'll just be coming home from the convention the Friday prior. He'll be in daycare all day, three days a week, as a pre-schooler, with the bigger kids, in a classroom of twenty children and two teachers. He'll also be attending grandmacare for the other two days (and thank jeeeesus they can do that for us, although I have my reservations about it all, which are drowned by our need for me to be working full time, so, reservations be damned).
Today he cried so hard when I left him off at school, harder than he has since he began there last fall. It was horrid.
I am witless as to how to manage this.
And hopeful that the medication I'm waiting for a prescription on from the psych will ameliorate the scattered, dull memory issues, and general lack-of-focus/disorganization. Because if I'm ever gonna need to be able to organize myself and my family, this is that time.






i think and fret about money constantly. i hope your re-fi goes through, i hope the transition to school and also full-time work for you and your boy smoothes out and that you can breathe a little easier.
xo
Posted by: kristen | August 05, 2008 at 03:09 PM
My fingers and toes are crossed on the refi and I hope Jack has a better day tomorrow. Hoepfully, he'll step right up with the big kids and do extremely well.
Dull memory is the worst though. I can relate. I remember (well I don't but I do) that I couldn't even remember what I wore to work the week before or what if I had read a page from a book. Some days are better than other though. On the bad days, do you best to just let it pass. On the good ones, enjoy them for all they are worth!
Keep your head high and your lists going. Things will fall into place. Good luck with it all.
H
Posted by: Heather | August 05, 2008 at 03:36 PM
I know, I know. BubTar's tuition went up QUITE a lot this year and we were already stretching it. In the next couple weeks, he starts school, then I start school, then KayTar starts school. Plus, she just got a script for PT 3 times per week. Plus, OT needs to start up again. Plus, plus, plus--things to do. Minus, minus, minus--money in the bank. Makes the head go boom.
Hang in there, Deb.
Posted by: Kyla | August 05, 2008 at 04:32 PM
This is a hard time for us, too. What is it with this year?! We aren't spending money on ANYTHING unnecessary these days. We refinanced earlier in the year but then other things set us back.
I sure hope it comes through for you, I know first-hand how stressful money woes can be.
Posted by: Assertagirl | August 05, 2008 at 04:36 PM
Babe, I'm so sorry. Don't worry too much about Jack ... he'll be OK if he's having fun. We'll cheer you up at the convention. xo
Posted by: PunditMom | August 05, 2008 at 04:50 PM
I hear ya, sister. Being a Realtor in this market while hubby searches for work is nerve-wracking. Thank God for xanax and bacon.
Posted by: Mary | August 05, 2008 at 07:19 PM
I am SO there. I am sorry this is plaguing you, too.
Posted by: flutter | August 05, 2008 at 08:24 PM
Jack is probably sensing your mood, thus the crying. He will be OK.
Money worries suck.
Posted by: Kathi D | August 05, 2008 at 09:19 PM
Oh Deb we have so been there. Trying to get the refi while I tried to (ironically) sell mortgages for grocery money. So much pressure honey.
Try and remember that it will work out in the long run. You guys are taking steps forward and that's all you can do. Refi, work, meds. Just keep marching and you will get to a place where you all can breathe again.
If you need help with your med co-pay call me, truly.
Posted by: Lotta | August 06, 2008 at 07:03 AM
He's gonna be OK at school -- it just takes some adjustment time for all of you. Which, I know. Feels like forever.
Posted by: mayberry | August 06, 2008 at 07:37 AM
Oh sister - I've got my fingers crossed for you on all counts.
Posted by: qt | August 06, 2008 at 10:34 AM
*hugs* We are sinking in the world of broke, too. Hope things look better soon.
Posted by: daisybones | August 06, 2008 at 12:58 PM
I'm crossing my fingers and toes that everything works out for you.
We've got money woes over here too and I think I'm getting an ulcer just from trying to balance a budget with no damn money.
Sigh.
Posted by: Redneck Mommy | August 06, 2008 at 07:47 PM
I am sorry you have to worry about finances right now. And your little guy? It is so hard having to leave them at preschool when they are upset....many a time one of my children tore my heart out when they would cry at preschool *sigh* The good thing is they adjust, as he will, and very soon he'll look forward to going. Take good care, Deb....
Posted by: Pattie | August 07, 2008 at 10:52 AM
Loo just started pre-K, and it's been heartbreaking for me. Instead of crying, she's very stoic and resigned: the last thing she says at night is that she doesn't want to go to school, which she reiterates every morning, but then as everyone is heading out the door, she dutifully slips on her shoes, gets her backpack, and trudges, head hung low, out the door.
Kali joins the preschool crowd in January, so that we can cut back on nanny money. And the fact that there are many many rumors of layoffs and contract renegotations going badly in both hubs and my workplaces = lotsa ulcers.
Let's drown our sorrows in liquor at the conventions.
Posted by: kady | August 11, 2008 at 09:16 AM
I know those money problems. Forcing us to rely on an unreliable person to take Gabe to and from preschool to his babysitter's because we can't afford to put him in a daycare that's on the school district's bus route. I can feel the headaches coming.
And I worry every month about covering the bills. It's a soul-suck. Big hug.
Posted by: Andrea | August 12, 2008 at 09:00 AM