That's exactly what I feel like right now. As if a big load of cow dung has been unloaded on us. You know how much that stinks? Literally and figuratively.
I know that God will not give us more than we can handle but at this point I feel like He is testing our limits. And I know I shouldn't question God's plan because, after all, his plans are greater than what is happening in this minute of this day. I need to remember that and remember that, at the end of the day I have what I need.
Since Friday Chanel has seemed...off. Just kinda lazy, not very active, just kinda blah. I didn't think much of it till we went on 4 days of this behavior. I had started to worry when I remembered that Kendall had accidentally "hugged" Chanel and by hugged I mean sat on. Jimmy and I started to worry that maybe something inside of Chanel was damaged. A broken rib? Ruptured organ? Broken tail? were all thoughts that crossed our minds. Until Tuesday night. I was laying on the couch with Chanel, watching our daily dose of Dexter when I noticed she seemed to be "leaking", if you will. I flipped her over on her back to take a look at her lady bits and she was bleeding. Everywhere. Long story short she needed an emergency hysterectomy. To the tune of $1,300. $1,300 that we don't have.
Which brings me to complaint #2. I can barely put food on the table, no seriously, let alone shell out $1,300 for a dog surgery. Which leaves me with no choice but to charge it. Seriously? I'm charging my vet bill. The interest rate is astronomical, the monthly payment will most likely be something outside of our non-existent budget and will swallow us alive. I'm almost certain of it. Just like every other bill that we have.
If you learn anything from this blog, learn this, credit cards are the devil. They really are. When I was young, single, and dumb I thought nothing of it. I needed those Citizen jeans, Ugg boots, and Coach sunnies, obviously. Never did I picture myself, almost 30-years-old with credit card debt that will still be lingering when my child enters high school. Ridiculous. Completely irresponsible.
I know what you are thinking, I should just go back to work. Trust me, the thought has crossed my mind and the words have come out of my mouth more times than JLo's been married. It seems easy, right? But then there's Kendall. Daycare is expensive, yo. I will not find a job that will pay enough to cover daycare and then bring home anything. It's true. I'm contemplating doing a 3rd shift gig just so that Jimmy can be home with Kendall in the evenings. The trade-off there is then Jimmy and I have no time together. Selfish, yes but my marriage is important to me.
All the extra money from blogging and Avon was going to go towards a new bedroom set that we so desperately need but instead we got a notice from the government that one of us didn't have enough school district taxes taken out so now we owe $560. Sweet. Awesome. That's just what we needed to hear. Oh and we're still making up for that week of no-pay from when we were in Ocean Isle.
Oh and let's not forget about the fact that I want to have another baby. I mean, am I crazy? How on earth are we going to bring another baby into the world when we can barely take care of ourselves. I hate that finances are making the decision of whether we expand our family, but it's true. It's sad, it really is.
OK, I guess I'll stop my whining now and instead start wine-ing. It's 5 o'clock somewhere.