Fuzzy Thinking

I have been so out of sorts lately I'm beginning to think there may be something actually wrong with me. I am constantly tired, can't seem to get anything done and hormones rage without warning. All I can think about is when I can go back to sleep and for how long. It's hard to get anything accomplished sleeping.

It's spring too and there is so much that needs to get done. I don't think spring and I are buddies anymore. Our money always runs out before we can buy any of those nice plants for the gardens. I can hear all you frugalites out there saying "buy seeds and plant them." We have a house that had hardly any windows and barely enough space for the 4 people who live in it let along a flat or two of seedling flowers.

Then there is the patio furniture. Lets just say the stuff we have has seen better days. It's been several years now and we still haven't been able to afford to replace it. We did manage to get two new plastic chairs but it won't be long before those are dingy and broken. Then I'm thinking who really wants to sit in our back yard anyway? In the summer there is no shade and it's so hot you can burn your feet on the cement back stairs. Then there's the neighbors who's front door looks out into our back yard. Every time they come or go they peer into our yard. Not good for any sunbathing or reading dirty books. Anyone know of a fast growing tree we could plant right where there door looks out into our yard?

That's not even mentioning all the noise from our local smelter. There is a constant noise from that place day and night. I have never gotten used to it although my husband who grew up here has and doesn't even notice it. I can hear it in my bedroom at night and in the summer with the windows open some nights it really bothers me. My husband just doesn't understand why I don't like sitting in our yard. He thinks it's nice and relaxing out there. LOL! Relaxing if you love the sound of a smelter, the intense heat and neighbors gawking at you.

I dream of a home where there is no one close enough to hear your toilet flush. Where you can hear nature sounds and see the stars at night. I'll take the odd bear and deer in exchange for the noise, neighbors and heat.

I dream of a house where I have a normal size bedroom with a wall instead of a sheet, a closet for my clothes, and a ceiling high enough I don't hit my head on it. I don't think that's too much to ask, do you? I bet you have a nice bedroom? Ya, you do and now I'm envious. What's it like? Being able to close your door and have privacy? Not having to change your clothes in the bathroom? What's it like hanging your clothing up in your closet? It's been so long I've forgotten what it's like.

This blog is going to be newly dedicated to living in poverty. Not extreme poverty but just enough that we always are out of money and need a zillion more things that are necessities like shoes and soap.

Like right now I'm wearing my glasses cause my last pair of contact lenses finally gave up. Wearing glasses is no big deal but for me I had to buy these glasses because they were cheap. They don't fit my face well and my prescription has changed since I bought them. So I've been wearing them for a week and getting headaches. If I had enough money I would have ordered my contacts when I first opened my last pair. But I had no money then and I waited for two months hoping to have enough money soon. I've got my contact ordered but have to steal money from my daughter's account to pay for them. I'll put that money back from the next pay cheque but it upsets me to have to do that just to make ends meet.

We remortgaged our house to pay off some debts. That should have freed up lots of money each month to save but that hasn't happened. We still struggle to pay our bills and feed and cloth the kids. It's depressing really. How do people live? I can't fathom how much money they would have to make to live without stress and have a good savings account. It boggles my mind really how much money one has to make just to get by. I'm tired of trying to have money in the bank and still feed and cloth everyone. We are dirt poor. We don't go out to eat, we don't have cable, we do have internet and one cell phone with the basics, no camera or text messaging crap on it. Our cell phone is 6 years old now. Our house is 1,000 square feet big and you try to have 4 people live in that small a house. We finally had to get a storage locker for our stuff. We don't have anywhere to put stuff. It's normal stuff like Christmas decorations, fine china and some keepsakes.

So here I sit trying to figure out how I'm going to feed everyone for the next week until we get paid. And how am I going to get a new pair of runners? The ones I have right now have holes in them. I need a hair cut really badly too but I only get one every year or so. I guess I'll just trim my bangs myself, again.

I think I'm going to bed now cause I'm tired again.

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