To be trite, these economic times are hard. In Mama’s house, they’ve become really hard. I’m feeling a bit sorry for myself this morning, which then turns into being annoyed with myself for feeling this way.
I am one of those people who believes that when you have children, you make a choice to put them first. Always and forever. Sometimes this gets a bit tricky when you have more than one child, and you have to measure which one has the greatest need at the moment. But always they come first. I don’t mean you turn into a martyr the moment they’re born (though it surely feels that way during labor). Funny, when I think of the word martyr I don’t think of any of the great religious or political figures, I think of that scene towards the end of Stephen King’s The Stand. Trashcan Man is dragging a nuclear weapon out of the desert as an offering to the Dark Man, his hair and Swiss cheese mind mostly gone, “My life for you, Ci-bola…” What can I say? I’m a product of pop culture.
I recieved a little cash for Christmas. I put half towards bills, and kept the other half, planning to put it into something(s) new for the tank. But it isn’t going to work that way, not this time. So I guess this post is my way of scolding myself to suck it up and move forward, cause I know that money needs to be spent on more practical things.
On the bright side, it’s definitely warmer today, and the girl has had an excellent couple of days. So I’m off to cook the next batch of doggie gumbo. Hope everyone is having a peaceful Sunday.