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?
It means that there will be no back up plan this year! The back up plan has been cut from my budget. So…
I MUST qualify for Boston in Portland THIS October!
This here is some darn good wine!