It has NOT been a good day here at Casa del Cinco. Kaitlyn woke up crying, and all morning whenever I tried to put her down she would immediately come running at me with tears streaming down her face wailing “Maa maaa”. No idea why. She took a brief morning nap and then we set off for Wal-Mart, which has groceries now, so that’s pretty cool. But she lost her mind near the end and I figured she was hungry so we went to the Subway, and she cried the whole time I was waiting for my “sandwich artist” to make our freaking Seafood Sensation sandwiches. He was having some kind of wardrobe malfunction involving the thin plastic gloves he had to wear. Whatever.

Then my husband came home and yay, we got into a fight. Which is ALWAYS a good time. See, we have no money. ALL THE MONEY I’VE EARNED OVER THE LAST TWO MONTHS OF PAID BLOGGING MY ASS OFF? GONE. That’s right, GONE. I may have to put up one of those goddamn DONATION buttons if I even want to GO to Blogher. Where did the money go? Well, when our regular checking account turned out to be $140.00 NEGATIVE, I had to withdraw my BlogHer money to buy two weeks worth of groceries.

So yeah. Blogher money gone. Seriously, gone. It takes thirty days to get paid by PayPerPost, so even if I could GET three new assignments every day, which I won’t, I wouldn’t have the $200.00 I need for registration plus the other $300.00 for the hotel plus the $40.00 for the train tickets until right before it was time to leave. Last year, Blogher registration SOLD OUT. So I don’t know what the hell I am going to do. Besides be really, really pissed off. Sorry for the ranting.

So my husband is saying how we (meaning ME, because it’s my job) have to start balancing the checkbook, and get our spending under control (gee, how much does a pack of cigarettes a day add up to anyway? Hmmm?), and he’s stomping around and I’m agreeing with him, and then I say “My Blogher money is gone. I don’t know if I’ll be able to go any more”, and he FREAKED OUT. He was all “why is it that the first thing you think of is your Blogher money? What about the money I work hard to earn every day? We spend it all EVERY PAYCHECK”. And then he stomped outside to angrily mow the front and back yards. Dude.

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