If I were my babysitter I might be wondering a few things. Mainly … Are they running out of money?
Allow me to clarify this. First point that would have brought this to my attention is the fact that we wrote her a bad check. You betcha. Yup. Embarrassing? Wow. Problem was we wrote the check out of the HSA account which is now empty thanks to a wonderful healthcare system we subscribe to called: UPSIDE DOWN, INSIDE OUT, AND STILL BROKE (aka Health Insurance, USA). Also? Having our second child cost us over 15 thousand dollars. So the HSA is a little empty.
No big deal, that was fixable – which we did in a timely manner, however humbling the experience.
The second point which might bring me to this question is the fact that when I walk into the bathroom I don’t see any toilet paper. Nope, I see a package of napkins. I AM NOT MAKING THIS UP.
I cringed a little bit when I walked through the house right after she left and noticed all of this just glaring back at me. I have a magnet that says “A clean house is the sign of wasted life” and I loved that because I hate to clean. Simple, right? However, this summer has been different for us and taking the time to clean when I could be enjoying my kids or actually spending time with Aaron is a really bad decision, in my opinion. So a few things have fallen by the wayside. My organizational skills, for one.
The last little detail that might send me over the edge is the pile of lottery tickets sitting on my desk. Just sitting there. Scratched off and waiting, and wondering. And ON MY WORD I WANT TO CALL HER AND APOLOGIZE FOR COMPLETELY FREAKING HER OUT. Which I probably didn’t do, because she’s level headed and even keel and cool like that. She’s neat. We like her. But the lottery tickets? Just something fun I wanted to do this weekend. Wanted to try something new, see if these numbers in my head would equal millions of dollars (they don’t, by the way).
So instead of running out of money we’re just running out of sanity and the ability to hide behind the curtains when someone comes into our home. I would totally have my Grandma over for tea and offer her a napkin, but excuse myself while I went and got it from the back of the toilet.
Don’t judge me.