Penny Pinching Mom

Why Couldn’t I Have Been Born Rich?

Being poor is the pits. I know money isn’t everything, and that it can’t bring happiness in and of itself. But a lack of money can certainly cause a great deal of unhappiness.

Hubby is all to hell because he can’t get out and do stuff like he used to. Between that and having no idea how we’re going to pay all the bills, it’s driven him into some sort of depression/psychosis thing. And seeing how all this stress is keeping me from getting any writing done, it’s driving me crazy too. There was a time when we didn’t have to worry so much if he was out of work, because I could manage to make enough to pay everything through my writing. But not any more. I can barely eke out a word, much less enough words to get paid for.

I suppose I should get out and try to find a job, but that’s not so easy to do these days. Besides, in the state of mind I’m in right now, I seriously doubt I could hold one down for long enough to make a difference. I’ve become very antisocial lately, and my ADD is going haywire, so I can’t concentrate on anything. I’m surprised I’ve made it through this blog post (although I’ve had to correct a lot more errors than usual).

It would have been nice if I could have been born into a wealthy family. Or at least married a rich man. But as much as he drives me crazy, I love him dearly. I just hope that we all make it through this okay.