MIA

I'm back... briefly. It's been close to 2 weeks that I've been absent in blog land and I've begun to feel a little guilty from being so neglectful. So much has happened and I don't have nearly enough time to elaborate. (this year for Lent I haven't completely given up the Internet, but I have so boldly declared to spend less than a half hour a day online, yikes- what was I thinking!!! This might actually be harder than the year I limited desserts. So this is one excuse for my absence). The other? Life around Hosmerville has been a matter of survival lately. Financial survival, that is. For any of you who have lived paycheck to paycheck, I'm sure you can relate to me when I say that being poor sucks. I am completely exhausted both mentally and physically right now. (i.e., most nites I just have no energy to even consider blogging.)

I'm working (alot) more and making (ALOT) less. And I feel like my efforts are all for naught. I was gone 4 nites this week (1 voluntarily- scrapbooking-yay!;) I got home after my kids were sleeping last nite and was back out the door 3 1/2 hours later for work. Austin told Tom this morning that he was missing me because, "mommy never came home last nite." For someone who just wants to be a SAHM, being away from my kids this much is killing me. I hit bottom tonite (at least I hope I did, because that means things can only get better) when I got online and saw that our checking account has insufficient funds. It only gets better, as Monday our car insurance premium will be processed and Tom and I don't get paid again until the end of next week.

Yes, I have sunk to a new low. Late Tuesday nite as the kids were snoozing soundly I snuck into their rooms and shook their piggy banks almost dry. I actually left a few coins in each so in case they shook them it would sound like there was still money in there. How do you explain to a 5 and 2 year old that mommy and daddy needed your pennies so we could put gas in the van this week.

Waa, waa, woe is me. Ok, enough of this pity party. I promise I'll be back in a couple of days with good stuff. Like how Ed was accidentally left out all nite and somehow survived in the freezing cold (really, a miracle), how we celebrated Austin's b-day and I (at the ripe old age of 27) became a grandma. How we (sob) enrolled my baby for kindergarten next fall. Oooh! and I got tagged from Erica to share with y'all my purse and all of its lovely contents therein. Happy birthday, Beth! Hopefully your 30th was a great one! So here's to hoping for a better week! The hope of spring's appearance and better yet, the hope of our tax return's appearance in our mailbox!!!