More thoughts on buying “used” and lack of $

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Today we stretched the bank account about as far as it could go, purchasing a bedroom set (chest of drawers, dresser w/mirror, headboard/footbard, boxspring and mattress) all for $250. Phew! I’m on a bed, ya’ll- (MY.own.bed.!), as I type here before my laptop. I have not slept in my own bed, (or ANY real mattress for that matter, except for a couple glorious nights on a hotel mattress in Seattle for work), in about, oh nearly 4 months. Yep. Blow up mattresses are NOT the bomb. When Hubby got up in the morning, I hit the floor. Ugh. BUT, like I said, I do prefer them to stiff futon mattresses and dreams of praying mantises. But that’s another story.

I’m actually feeling pretty darn blessed today. I bought a toaster oven at Goodwill for only $5.99. I argued with the bank (who I had NO idea has a policy of holding checks for one business day- even my stinkin paychecks!) to refund me the $93 in overdraft charges that followed my paying of bills after I had deposited my paycheck earlier this week. Oh, the joys of being young and broke!

To top off all these little blessings, I’m just so happy right now that ground turkey meat was on sale so I could make chili tonight instead of eating my son’s lovely mac-n-cheese

Oh, AND Hubby was offered a job last night. Not his dream come true by any means, and unfortunately it won’t start for another month, but there something nice about knowing that if all else fails, employment there IS waiting in the wings.

Other than that, I’ve been workin hard, trying to get a little extra hours in here and there for a few different projects. Seriously, my family could not survive if it were not for the fantastic team I work for/with, who graciously tries to keep me busy.

Oh yes, and I might share also that I’m the proud parent of the most incredibly emphatic (?) 2 year old on the planet. He will likely go into social work or something. When other children are upset, he strokes their back. Today, he noticed I was upset about something (not a big deal, just a momentary whatever). He came over (I didn’t even know he KNEW some of these words!) and said,

“Mama? Mama? What’s wrong, mama?”

“Oh, nothing, baby. I’m alright.”

“Mama. Look at me. Look at me, mama. Don’t cry.”

I know, seriously. I started to laugh my head off. Life is just TOO good!