How did it get to be August already??? I am literally getting old, ugh.
We close a week from Monday and just got boxes Saturday (thank you so much Michelle!). And yet, I’ve spent all my time couponing. We’re attempting to trim our budget by 1/3 essentially, and though we’ve made some great strides to do this without selling a car and dropping our gym membership, I’m not convinced that attempting to extreme coupon, while still having to stock your pantry with essentials that you’re out of is the wisest of tasks. I’m doing it anyway though.
I can’t possibly be the only one with a dysfunctional relationship with money, and my parents (ok my Dad) and men. I mean, there’s possibly a self-help book entitled “I Have No Relationship With My Dad, So I Don’t Trust My Husband Is On My Side & I Feel Better When I Buy Things…But Then I Feel Worse & Cry After Grocery Shopping & Not Getting The Best Deal” Hmmm, that title is a little long.
So here I am rapidly approaching 37, soon to be a homeowner, and feeling like I’m about to be narc-ed on as I pack up this house. I don’t think I’m a hoarder, I mean, you can find the floor and the tops of things in most rooms, but I do tend to hold onto some papers longer than I should. The best thing that ever happened to me has been email bills and statements.
I have a feeling that there are tons of things that I’m not doing as I spend hours and hours with my scissors clipping away and now tidily tucking things into my 80 pages tiny pockets.