I’m in the process of self-medicating for condition called acute sticker shock. If I’m not careful, it will turn into chronic sticker shock.
I’m scared. More than scared. I’m worried that too quickly I will be a woman desperate to sell her house — who is on the verge of homelessness.
Obviously, I’m getting a bit ahead of myself. Still, it’s pretty obvious that I’ve been sheltered from the cost of feeding my growing teen. On one hand, I think I’ve stopped (or at least slowed) the feeding of the entire neighborhood. On the other, BoBo is eating at home more now thats spending cash is running out.
I can’t keep enough food in my house to feed us and I surely can’t afford to pay for groceries at the rate we are going. I don’t know how other single parents do it.
My next action will be to identify areas were I can cut back further. Luxuries like races and perhaps my gym membership will have to go. You know what that means, don’t you?