Poor me! I’m lonely and broke.
DD is in Asia on business for the better part of two weeks. Normally this would be a chance for me to catch up with my girlfriends, but it coincides with me being penniless.
So I’m just sitting at home sending DD sulky text messages instead.
I’m broke because I forgot to pay one of my medical bills from my womb razing in February. A rather large bill for $1000.
Back in double-income days such bills were a piece of cake. Now I’m a single mum, not so much.
My mortgage is due tomorrow so I’ve funnelled all my funds and a cash advance from my now at-the-limit credit card to cover it.
There’s nothing left. Not a zack.
So drinkies or dinners with friends are out until I get paid next week.
I even fed the kids five-day-old spag bol the other night as a cost-cutting measure … they survived … phew!
It’s like being in my 20s again. Except with two kids and wrinkles.
I’ve been trying to talk people into going for night walks with me for a bit of free fun, but no luck. Everyone is busy.
Fortunately I’ve discovered the last season of Californication in the TV cabinet, which was purchased prior to penury.
So the dogs and I lie on the couch watching tellie together.
The last season of Californication is a bit past it’s prime …. like me … but it passes the time.
There’s a school fundraiser on Saturday night – Bogan Bingo. My ex texted to ask if I needed him to have the kids so I could go.
I replied that I was too poor. He didn’t take the hint.
But then, I’m not his problem any more. He’s slowly detaching my lifelines. The latest financial responsibilities he’s passed to me: private medical and internet bills.
It’s nice that he paid them for so long.
That lottery win better hurry up, I’m sick of this penury shite.
Song of the day: ABBA “Money, money, money”