Another month, another struggle with juggling the bills. We’ll manage, somehow, but I might end up in an insane asylum in the process.

There is a glimmer of hope, but I’m afraid to get excited about it. Hubby is supposed to be starting a new job next month. He will be getting paid more per hour, and getting a lot more hours. And unless there’s something that we don’t know about it, it should be much easier on him. He’s been having a lot of trouble with his muscles, and the job he’s at now involves a lot of heavy lifting, so I’ll be glad for him to get out of that.

I’m very cautiously optimistic. It seems like every time I think we’re going to get out of a rut, we end up stuck right where we’re at. But if all is as it seems, things should improve. I sure hope so.