Sometimes I wish I weren’t the default…

{I had no idea I had gotten so behind on responding to comments. I think I’m all caught up if you want to go back and check out the last few posts. It’s not like I wrote anything mind-blowing, but there are responses there now.}

It took me less than four weeks to start envying my husband as he walked out the door every morning. I envy the fact that he had a life away from our house and our kids. I envied his ability to walk away and leave it all behind for 8 hours. Seriously, when he’s at work he doesn’t have to think about anything family related at all. I can’t even fathom that.

The reality is I NEVER get to walk away and not look back, not even for an hour. Even when I do go to work every day I carry my family life with me. I’m always thinking about the doctor’s appointment I have to make, or the ones I’ve already made that I don’t want to forget. I’m always considering the cost of therapy for my daughter and wondering if it will even help or listening to a book-on-tape that will give me skills to better navigate my kids’ challenging sibling interactions. I’m always orchestrating the elaborate pick-up and drop-off schedule, mentally checking off that everyone is where they need to be and making sure they’ll get retrieved from those places later.

I am the one who has to get it all done. It ALL falls on me. The most my husband takes with him is whether or not we need milk before bedtime. That’s really it. And most of the time he texts me to see if I can pick it up.

Sometimes I’m really jealous of my husband, jealous that he gets to be the dad, that parenthood didn’t seep into every crevice of his brain, that it didn’t harden in every nook and cranny of his life. I’m envious that there is a part of his previous life out there, still in tact. That part is probably smaller than I imagine it is, but it’s there. I don’t have that remnant of my former self. Every single aspect of every single day has been changed, altered, warped, stained. Motherhood has touched everything. It is a program that always runs in the background, triggering pop-up windows and forcing other programs to run slowly or crash altogether. No, motherhood isn’t just a program, it’s the operating system on my computer that I didn’t update for so long that now I can’t–it bogs down everything else I try to run and I’m constantly having to force quite the applications I need the most. Sometimes I can’t run a program at all because my motherhood operating system is too clunky to support it. Motherhood is me having to shut everything down periodically so I can restart the whole machine, which always happens at the most inopportune time.

Fatherhood is my husband’s totally updated operating system that manages all the programs he wants to run without anything stalling or crashing or needing to be force quit. Fatherhood is his computer running perfectly. He logs out when he’s not using it and logs back in when he has something to do. It’s always there when he needs it and it’s always working.

Oh my god I love this metaphor!

There are so many things about my husband’s life that I’m envious of. Here are just a few.

I’m jealous that:

– He’s never even set foot in the space occupied by our laundry machines, let alone put clothes in them or turned them on.

– He doesn’t have to check his phone when he’s out to see if I’ve called asking him where something is or how to manage someone who’s upset or what to do about so-and-so problem.

– When he’s out of town he doesn’t have to worry that the kids are okay or if I’m managing fine without them.

– He doesn’t have to wonder if I will be home on a certain night when he is making plans–it always falls to me to get coverage if we both want to do something. (To be fair he will help me get coverage, but it ultimately falls on me.)

– He doesn’t have to keep track of appointments, school conferences, drop off or pick up times, what to bring to the class party, whose birthday party is this weekend and whether a present is required, if we’ve contributed to the teacher appreciation envelope, the names of our daughter’s classmates and their parents, the final deadline for Kindergarten registration, the final deadline for the after school program’s registration, etc.)

– He doesn’t have to get up when the kids cry in the night (when he does they just get more upset and scream for me).

– He doesn’t have to endure the banshee screaming of my daughter when she gets her hair washed. In fact he has never bathed either of his children, not in five years.

– He doesn’t have to think about when or how he’s going to pick up all the shit on the floor, or get the beds changed, or scour the shower, or wipe down the bathroom sink, or pick up the kids’ rooms or vacuum the floors, or sweep the entry way, or wipe down the play mats, or well, you get the picture.

– He isn’t the person our kids rile against when they need someone to help them unload their emotional backpacks.

– He hasn’t spent countless hours reading books and articles on how to manage tantrums or help picky eaters try different foods, or which formula is best, or how to help siblings navigate conflicts, or how to have more sex and a happier marriage.

– He doesn’t even think about all those things I’ve been reading books and articles about it.

Sure, being a parent is important to him. Sure it is a HUGE part of his life. I’m sure he would say it is his whole life. But it’s not. At least it’s not his whole life in the same way it’s my whole life. He can walk away for a few hours every day. He can take a break.

Yesterday I called my husband to see if he could take our daughter to camp so I could meet a friend early in the morning. He was clearly busy and annoyed that I was interrupting his day. It’s in those moments that I see the space he has, the bubble that protects him from the onslaught of us. I see it because he gets prickly when I invade that space, when I force my way into his bubble with a phone call or a text, when I remind him we’re still here even if he’s not.

I know I created this dynamic, or at the very least enabled it. I made conscious choices to take on all of this because the alternative was worse. I couldn’t handle the sighing and the woe-is-me attitude. I couldn’t stomach the defeatism. So I took it all on, or most of it. And while it’s better now, it’s not where I want it to be. And even if it were, it would still, ultimately, fall on me. Because I’m the mom, and the mom is usually the default parent who does all the invisible work.

Are you the “default” half of your relationship? Do you ever wish you weren’t?

Goings On

It’s the fourth week of summer (how is that possible!?) and we’re finally falling into a routine. The days still feel long but I don’t feel totally ineffectual. I’m actually enjoying myself some days. Other days I feel like I might totally lose my shit. In a single hour I can oscillate between wishing I were really a SAHM who never had to go back to work to counting the weeks until our first day back.

I’m trying to stick to what I was doing while my husband was away so I can continue feeling on top of the house stuff. I thought long and hard about just offering to do the dishes during the summer but I couldn’t bring myself to do it. I just knew I’d feel too much resentment if I took on more, when he NEVER offers to do the same for me. (Is this my whole problem? Is this why our marriage always feels strained? Because I can’t bring myself to offer him that without feeling resentment?) Luckily, I thought of an alternative that I think we both appreciate: I will do the dishes in return for help with bedtime when he’s around to contribute. This is a win/win because by the end of the night I’m very grateful for a break from the kids and I can stay on top of the dishes throughout the day. I think we’re both happy with the agreement.

It’s interesting because my husband seems to respect my contribution a lot more now that I’m home all day with the kids. He tries to give me more breaks and when I offer to give him breaks he at first declines, saying I never get them anymore. I think it’s just easier for my husband to understand how long the days are with both kids because he gets a taste for it on the weekends. On the one had I appreciate that he recognizes how exhausting they both are, but on the other hand I’m frustrated that he can’t respect how depleted I am after a day of teaching AND mothering. But don’t worry, I’m mostly just appreciative that he is validating the intense effort that navigating the days with these two entails. It’s a welcome change in our dynamic.

My birthday is a week from Friday. I’m turning 35. A while back, when I thought my parents wouldn’t be around to take the kids, I decided I was going to try to do something with my friends this year. I actually have a few friends to do something with and that is novel and exciting. Later my mom’s plans changed and they offered to take the kids for our “birthday weekend” (my husband’s birthday is four days after mine and we love when our birthdays straddle a weekend like they do this year) so we took them up on it. Knowing I could fall back on dinner with my husband, I started to get cold feet about doing something with friends. I do have ten or so women to invite, but few of them know each other. Maybe it would be weird? Maybe no one would come? I couldn’t commit on what I wanted to do and I didn’t send out invites. I was about to just bail on the whole thing.

Finally last night I bit the bullet and sent out the invites. I invited ten women (and their significant others if they want to come). I’d be surprised if half make it. We’re just doing drinks and apps at our place. My husband will be mixing some mean cocktails and we’ll be (hopefully) enjoying our friends’ company. I’m proud of myself for trying to do something with my friends. It feels right to celebrate with other women during this year–establishing meaningful friendships has been so important to me. I just hope some people come and I have a good time.

The rest of the weekend my husband and I will be enjoying each other’s company in the city. We intended to go away but some unexpected financial obligations earlier this year made that impossible. We’re both okay with it. We’ve done all the weekend getaways we want to do (that don’t require plane tickets) and we so rarely get to enjoy this city without our kids. I think we’re both kind of looking forward to the staycation. My husband already has multiple reservations made. It should be a fun three day weekend (he’s taking Monday off).

Hosting people at my house on my birthday has lit a fire under my ass about getting rid of some of the junk I culled ages ago. I never ended up having that garage sale so I have a ton of kids’ books, toys and DVDs to get rid of, along with our cat tree and my daughter’s book shelf. I’ve already sold my husband’s stereo cabinet and an expandable gate we used in my son’s room when the elliptical was in there. Having people over will also force my husband to deal with the enormous CD collection that he pulled out of garage storage to go through but ended up leaving scattered in boxes across three rooms. It will also provide the impetus needed to actually clean the place. It’s almost always picked up these days (at least most of it is) but it hasn’t been properly scoured in a loooooong time. That will need to happen in the coming weeks.

My son’s eczema flared recently and then he scratched it and broke the skin. The results were ugly and on Friday before July 4th we realized the welts might be infected as we saw crusted yellow scabs. The poor boy is on his first round of oral antibiotics and finally after three days the inflammation is going down. I can’t tell you how much I hate eczema and how powerless I feel against it. It’s always there; we can never make it go away completely and it makes my poor boy miserable with the itching. Our pediatrician assures us he’ll grow out of it eventually but I won’t believe that until I see it.

Filling my son’s prescription at the after hours pharmacy was pretty much the only thing we did on July 4th. We’re never invited anywhere and we never make plans for ourselves; the holiday always passes without even the slightest hint of acknowledgment on our part. Scrolling FB this weekend I felt like the only person in America who wasn’t holidaying (or at least picnicking) with friends and family. I wish we had people to spend those kinds of days with. I don’t know why we don’t have families to do that kind of stuff with. All the people I would turn to turn to someone else. It’s odd to feel like an outsider in a city you’ve lived in for over a decade. I wish we were better at making and keeping family friends.

And now it’s late and I’m tired and I really need to get to bed. Sorry for the long, rambling post that probably could have used bullet points. I’m sure appreciate being brought up to speed.

So many topics tackled above. Feel free to tackle one in the comments!

Summer Budget Project Week 3

This week was my best yet, which is good because next week there will be two big expenses, a plumbing bill (we have to get our leaky bathroom faucet fixed) and my daughter’s sensory assessment (more on this next week). At least I’ll have one decent week in my first month.

And while it was a good week, there were expenditures that were unnecessary. I took my son to a tot time at a local trampoline park. He loved it. We both had an awesome time. Was the experience worth $20? Before I would have said, unequivocally, yes. Now I’m not so sure. I suppose once I have a set budget, I’ll be forced to determine if those kinds of frivolously fun things with the kids are possible. I hope they are. We had a really good time.

I also ate out with a friend who is notorious for choosing expensive places. The plan was to get there for happy hour but my husband got home later than I asked him to and it took her longer to bike than she expected so we both showed up literally the minute happy hour ended (and our pleas to get at least a drink at the lower price were denied). I did try to make responsible decisions: we each got one (on-the-cheaper-side) appetizer and we split the cheapest pizza. But of course we got drinks. It had been a LONG, challenging day at home (more on this later) and I really just wanted to enjoy a few drinks. Obviously these luxuries will also have to be well planned once we’re putting away a certain amount into savings.

The good news is my husband is all about merging our finances (he is SUPER annoyed with his bank right now) so I’m hoping I can get coverage for my son one morning this week and meet him at a bank before an early lunch. I still want to open a savings account (also in both our names) at a credit union, but I think we’ll keep our checking at a big bank for the convenience of mobile services. I’m looking forward to taking this step and I hope it will help me keep track of what we’re spending on eating out, once I can track what my husband spends as well.

So here is week three:

WEEK 3
6/27/2015 Rockin Jump (Tots rock) $19.36
6/28/2015 Carousel (rides for two kids) $6.00
6/29/2015 Gas $47.71
6/30/2015 Mission Beach Cafe (brunch with friend) $20.00
6/30/2015 Whole Foods (bananas + hypoallergenic bubble bath) $13.74
6/30/2015 In-n-Out (dinner with friends) $16.34
7/2/2015 Safeway (groceries) $34.62
7/2/2015 Dinner with friend $48.00
7/3/2015 TJs (groceries) $164.51
 TOTAL $370.28

Solo Routine

My husband was gone for five days and I settled into a nice routine. After the kids were in bed I did all the dishes, ran the dishwasher and cleaned up the kitchen. I got the rest of the house to a level of neatness that wouldn’t stress me out in the morning and after a couple hours of down time I went to bed (way too late I might add).

In the morning I emptied the dishwasher so that I could be loading it throughout the day. I tried to pick things up as I wandered around the house. At the very least I piled the breakfast and lunch dishes into the sink after each meal and tried to rinse and load the plates and cups during my son’s nap time. In this way I kept the house neat enough that I never felt overwhelmed and stayed on top of the stuff that had to get done.

My husband is home now and while I’m grateful for his presence in the house and our lives, I’m not looking forward to handing over the kitchen duties to him to do when he finds the time. I know he’s going to skip doing the dishes some nights and the mess in the kitchen is going to cause me stress. I can’t decide if I want to take over his kitchen duties while I’m home; if I let him do them on his own schedule (which I think is only fair if he’s the one doing them) I’ll resent the kitchen being a mess some days and if I do them myself I’ll resent that I’m doing EVERYTHING around the house now that I’m not working during the summer.

When we both work we have a division of labor that works well for us. It’s not equal and it’s not perfect but we both feel good about it. Now that I’m home I feel more strongly about the state of the house. It’s hard to relinquish control of vital areas that I have to be in multiple times a day to someone who is not home for so much of it. It’s hard to renegotiate things for only two months. What if we can’t fall back into a routine that works for us once I’m back at work? What if I feel angry that he doesn’t have to do much while I carry a heavier and heavier load.

Gah. This marriage thing is hard. My weird “working full time except during summer when I’m essentially at SAHM” schedule is hard. Our particular dynamic is hard.

I suppose we need to have a “talk” about this but I’m not even sure what I want to say. And I’m pretty sure he is not going to want to listen. Sometimes I feel like I’m constantly bringing this kind of stuff up, like I’m constantly trying to make him have “a talk,”, like I’m a nag or a bore or an emotionally crazed wife. Sometimes I wonder why I can’t just let things slide like he does, just take it as it comes, just live and let live.

I guess it’s harder for me to be like him because I do so much more than he does for our family. If I could just leave everything up to someone else, and know it’d get done, I’d be pretty willing to just let things happen to.

But things happen because I make them happen. That is how our marriage works. And if I want us to make a deliberate decision about how we’re going to manage the household while I’m home I’m going to have to initiate “the conversation.”

Blerg. Sometimes it sucks to be the woman in a relationship.

Do you have a “division of labor” that works in your relationship? Did you sit down and hash it out deliberately, or did it happen more organically?

Some more thoughts (and responses)

Instead of commenting to each comment on my last post, I’m going to write another post that is pretty much one big response to all the comments. It might seem a little disjointed, so please bear with me.

My last post didn’t give an accurate portrayal of my financial history. I didn’t purposefully omit anything, but I realized reading the comments that it I failed to convey the reality of the situation. It’s true that I haven’t ever paid interest on my credit cards, but I have carried debt a few times, always rolling balances onto 0% APR cards and hustling to pay them off before the interest started accumulating. I did that when I traveled with my sister in Europe in my early 20s, and when I was on maternity leave both times. There have been other times I couldn’t pay my credit card off completely and had move money around or get help from my husband to cover my payments. My parents also gave me $10,000 in an investment account and I’ve dipped into that on occasion. My spending has always been irresponsible and I’ve never kept track of it, let alone monitored it carefully. I’m sure you all remember that I was actually lying to my husband about my spending habits for a time, when they got really excessive. Please let me assure you that I really do need to overhaul my attitude about money. It really is a serious problem that I need to get a handle on, and that is not me being overly self-critical. It’s just a fact.

And yes, it has been nice to have my parents help me so much. I’m sure I don’t realize how nice it’s been, because I have not walked in the shoes of those who had to hustle for financial security. It’s also the reason I haven’t been forced to figure this shit out until now; I’ve spent two decades walking the path of financial irresponsibility and now the ruts of overspending are so deep it will be really hard to get my wagon off this track. I’m not saying I have it harder than people who have not received financial support from family, I’m just saying that it has hindered as well as helped me.

The purpose of posting my spending online was first and foremost to hold myself accountable in my only-buying-consumables spending freeze. There were no other immediate goals intended in posting my spending this summer. Of course being aware of where I DO spend my money is a valuable exercise and I want to add the goal of figuring out where my money is going so that I can eventually make more informed and intentional decisions about how I spend my money. This will help me make realistic financial goals moving forward; by the end of the summer I want to have a budget in place that includes a manageable savings plan. If I am going to be setting aside money for savings, I will need to change how I spend, and I’m hoping these eight weeks of publicly tracking my spending will help me to plan and carry out those changes.

One thing I haven’t talked much about is the not insignificant matter of my husband. I am, of course, only one half of a couple. We both make money. We both spend money. We both need to be on board with this budgeting stuff right? I believe we do, but All Your Worth cautions not to come down to hard on your other half when you start overhauling your budget. I have tried to bring up my concerns about our financial situation a few times but my husband has expressed interest in pursuing the topic. It’s not that he doesn’t care, I think it just overwhelms him and he never feels like there is a good time to really hash it out (mostly he’s just too tired at the end of the day to participate in any meaningful conversation, let alone one as charged as how we spend our money). This definitely complicates things, but I’m not letting it get in the way of me making the changes that I need to make.

My husband and I have separate bank accounts. There is a very good reason for this: we are lazy. Well, that isn’t the whole truth, but it’s the easy truth. The honest truth is that for a long time I didn’t want our accounts joined because I didn’t want my husband to see my spending. (Remember that part about how I was hiding it, when it got really bad?) And since I’m the one who GETS THINGS DONE, the merging of our bank accounts just never happened. He has his accounts. I have mine. He pays certain bills and I pay others. We kind of sat down at certain points and figured some things out, while other things just happened without us saying much about it. Clearly it’s not the best way to go about things. Again, it’s more decision via indecision than any specific choice to do it this way.

The final nail in the coffin of merging our accounts is we can’t figure out where to put our money together. I don’t love my bank. He doesn’t love his. We’re too used to the mobile conveniences of our massive institutions to put our money in a credit union, where we want actually want it to be. So I bring up putting our money together. We realize we’re not sure how to proceed. The conversation ends and nothing happens. Lather. Rinse. Repeat. Times a thousand.

We have talked about taking a small step in the right direction and I plan on opening a savings account at the credit union that opened an office in our neighborhood. When we figure out how much we’ll be putting into savings every month, that money (from both of us) will go there. We will both contribute to it. It will become our six-month emergency fund, the place we go to get money when something big needs fixing with the house, etc. We do plan on merging our finances completely some day soon, but without my enthusiasm driving it, it simply won’t happen.

The separate accounts, and the fact that we pay for things separately, also make tracking our spending habits harder. Luckily my husband doesn’t buy any THINGS with his money. He NEVER spends his money on stuff. But he does like to spend his money on food, and drinks, and going out and having a good time. And he usually is the one who puts the card down when we do those things together. So it’s going to take longer for those habits of ours to change, because right now he’s just not that interested in making sacrifices when it comes to that stuff. He does want to start contributing to his retirement (on top of his pension contribution) and putting something away for savings and he is aware enough of his balances not to spend more than he has left over, so I’m hoping that alone will help him make the necessary changes in our “eat/drink/be merry” budget. I will be trying hard to track what he spends on that stuff, at least when we’re together, so I can be more aware of how we can reign it in, but I will not be posting that spending because it’s not mine and I don’t feel comfortable putting his choices out there. (I’m sure he wouldn’t appreciate it either.)

{Oh, and to answer the question about what my husband does, he was a big firm attorney for two years, right out of law school, and used most of that crazy money to pay down his high interest student debt. Then he worked for a non-profit for five years (making significantly less than I did as a teacher) and now he works for the city (making a little bit more than I do as a teacher, but with incredible health benefits.}

So this post got really long again, and I apologize. I hope that clears up any confusion from the last post and answered any questions people posed. I will be responding to comments on this post. Thank you for sticking with me while I flog the topic of finances to death. These are not changes that come easily to me. I’m taking baby steps, and baby steps take a lot of time. I promise my next few posts will be about something more fun, or at least less financial.

Do you and your partner have joint or separate accounts? How did you come to that decision? Does your partner share your financial aspirations? If not, how do you deal with that?

(Any tips on us joining our finances are welcome. Maybe hearing your suggestions will light a fire under my ass about it.)

Thoughts on Posting my Spending

So, my thoughts on posting about my spending. In a word? It’s been hard. Really hard. I don’t think I realized before how intensely personal spending money is to me. Or at least, how intensely personal it can feel. There are so many aspects of who I am, how I grew up, what I feel is important, wrapped up in my choices. Some choices happen on autopilot, the results of habits hardening over time and some are well thought out, even agonized over. To put it all out there, for people to know and judge, it’s a lot. (And yes, we’re all judging, it’s what we do. In fact, it’s what I asked you to do,)

It’s hard because I only write down what I spend, not the (many) things I choose not to get. It’s difficult because I feel a lot of shame about my spending. It’s one of the two biggest “problem areas” in my life, and I am not proud of anything, really, when it comes to money. I don’t feel competent. I don’t feel capable. I feel like a glutton. And a fuck up.

So sharing where every single dollar goes makes me feel very open, exposed, raw.

The thing is, I have never limited my spending. Not in any real, productive way. I grew up getting whatever I wanted and I got used it (I’m sure I didn’t get everything I wanted, especially when I was a little kid, but it felt like I did when I was older). I honestly don’t really know how to not get what I want. I feel horrible saying it, but it’s true. I’m spoiled. And entitled. I’m the product of two parents who had next to nothing growing up and overcompensated later in life, giving their kids everything they never had (to be fair, my sister grew up in the same environment and she never buys herself anything, but she does have very high expectations for every aspects of her life, those expectations just aren’t centered around stuff).

I started working when I was in high school, but my parents paid for everything I needed, so I was able to spend what I made on what I wanted. And I wanted a lot. I kept up these irresponsible, sometimes even destructive, spending habits well into my 20s. It wasn’t until I had kids that I started becoming aware of how much I was spending on stuff I didn’t need, and even then I couldn’t seem to do anything about it.

The fact that I didn’t rack up any credit card debt until I was on maternity leave speaks to the fact that my mom was actually REALLY good with money and taught me to never bounce a check or carry a balance. So I suppose I did put restrictions on myself, but even as an adult my parents always helped enough with my “needs” that I hardly had to reign in my “wants.” And I never looked ahead enough to put even a cent away into savings. A meager $300/month retirement contribution was all I’ve ever managed.

When I met my now-husband he worked as a corporate attorney and made huge amounts of money, but continued living within the means of a law student as far as the big ticket items were concerned (he rented a room in an apartment with five other guys, didn’t own a car, didn’t buy nice clothes or things). We got used to eating out at all the trendy restaurants, or just ordering in when we were too tired to cook (which was most of the time). We got used to doing whatever it was we wanted to do.

Now a days we only regularly get take-out meals that end up being $4 (or less) for a single meal (like our local extra large pizza or steamed buns). We treat ourselves to $8 burritos (which is just a regular burrito in our area, nothing fancy) about 2x a month. And yes, when it’s a special occasion we go out to eat. It’s what people in San Francisco do. (And I know it’s not a reason to do it, but it’s hard to ignore).

Really though, it’s true. All the people we know in this city live this way. Everyone is making the choices we make. All our friends go out to eat, see shows, and go to events. They just do. It’s what people in this city do. It’s why they live here, because they want to do these things.

I don’t know how they afford it. My guess is they don’t. Some of them still don’t have kids, so that helps them make ends meet. Some of them definitely make more than us, but most of our parent friends are in our socio-economic bracket. They all order in, or go out to eat. The do date nights. (And the vast majority have to pay for a sitter to do it! I bet we save over a thousand dollars a year by having grandparents around to watch our kids for us–and we have more opportunities to go out because of it.)

I’m not saying that because we see other people doing it, we should be able to as well. I guess I’m just trying to explain some of the choices we make. I don’t think we’re trying to keep up with the jonses, we just see people living a certain way and we assume we should be able to live that way too. It’s why we’ve never looked closely at what we spend, because we didn’t consider our choices extravagant. It all just seemed normal.

Creating a budget that includes savings is going to seriously alter the way we live. We will have to make so many different choices. We will have to determine what is most important to us, and what we actually need We’ll have to learn to say no, to others but most importantly to ourselves. It’s going to take a lot of hard work. It’s going make us feel uncomfortable, and upset, and angry, and frustrated, and depressed. In the end we need to find a way to make it work. It would be irresponsible not to.

Posting my weekly spending is just the first baby steps of a thousand mile journey. I’m not going to get it all right in week two, or three, or even 15. It will be a work in progress and slowly, but surely I will move in the right direction. Already the idea of ordering from a Thai place we used to frequent seems like a luxury, I’m sure the idea of getting a pizza will feel that way in a few years.

In the meantime, I’m going to keep posting my spending, even though it makes me feel a lot of things I’d rather not feel. I’m going to put it out there, because it does help. When I know I’ll be held accountable by all of you, I’m better at holding myself accountable. There have been times I’ve wanted to get something, something that would absolutely break my spending ban. I’ve even toyed with the idea of buying something and just lying to all of you about it. A simple omission and it would all be okay, no one would be the wiser. Except for me. I would know. And I have to remind myself every time that lying here, in this space, is only lying to myself. And that is what keeps me from doing it, every time.

So I’ll keep posting an inventory of what I spend. I’ll keep writing about this budget journey. There is still so much for me to do and it’s going to take a long time to do it. One budget post at a time.

Do you think spending is a personal thing? How much do you feel comfortable sharing about it?

Summer Budget, Week 2

There were three big purchases this week: (1) I renewed our membership to the Discovery Museum because we always go way more than enough times to make it worth our while (it’s $50 for our whole family!) (2) I had to get new tires on the bike riding on them. (3) I went grocery shopping at Costco.

The bike tires were more expensive than I was anticipating and they have brought the bike project a bit over my hoped-for budget. They were definitely necessary though–it was not safe to ride with both kids on the old tires. Because they cost so much I’m no longer going to try to get a double kickstand to steady the bike when the kids get on. It would definitely be nice but I’ve managed fine leaning the bike against a wall and steadying it with my legs while I get them in, so I can continue to do that without a kickstand.

{Bike update: I’ve ridden a couple time with both kids now, and on our first ride all together I got us all up two considerable hills. The guys at the bike shop were very impressed. I still feel a little shaky on it when I’m stopping and starting, but it’s getting easier every time we ride. I try to take them out at least once a day so we can all get used to it. Next we’ll be commuting to my daughter’s camp on it two times a day.}

I also got two last things for the bike–a small lock for the helmets (that doesn’t work great and was a waste of money; I should have researched this betteR) and a set of bungee cords to tie backs on to the back, because there are times when we need to take things with us (like my daughter’s backpack with her lunch and change of clothes). I’m also in need of a pump to fill the tires–I have a Craigslist alert up for that and I hope to get a hit soon (it’s not looking good, most people sell them only as part of a package deal with their bike). I’m not sure how I’m going to figure this one out, I may just bike over to my sister’s place every once in a while and borrow hers.

The grocery bill at Costco was massive but I’m not yet trying to bring those costs down, I’m more becoming aware of them. I did take a few items off the belt at the last minute because I realized they cost too much and we didn’t really NEED them. (I don’t know if I would have made that choice if I weren’t posting my purchases for you all to see.) I’m sure I could have shaved more off my final purchase, but again, I’m not trying to stay within a specific food budget–at least not yet–I’m just being mindful of where my food/grocery money is going every month.

Oh and on the groceries note–pouches. I bought a lot of pouches this week, because they were on sale in two places and we go through them fast. I know they are not a financially responsible way to spend food-money, but my son is so picky and it’s SO HARD to have food for him when we go out. I bring pouches in an attempt to avoid having to get him something wherever we are, because that always ends up happening when he won’t touch the food I brought for him. I’m starting to experiment with bringing left overs to see how that goes, because he just won’t eat any food that’s easy to take along (ahem, sandwiches!). I know I spent a lot on pouches, but it should last me through the summer.

As for the Discovery Museum membership, that also falls (as far as I’m concerned) into the “okay” area of my ban. Again, I don’t have a budget for this category of “wants” but I am going to have to determine if I can really afford to do all the fun things I do with my kids. Right now I’m just going to see how much I’m spending on this stuff and then make an informed decision after the summer.

Oh, and I also totally shit the bed and bought my son a soccer ball. This totally goes against my ban! My husband sent me out and told me he needed a regulation sized ball since he freaks out when he sees them at the park and is not distracted by our “toy” balls. We literally have to leave if he can’t participate in the ball game, he becomes so fixated. I happily set out to the store with my son in the stroller, and it wasn’t until I was a block away from our neighborhood shit-you-don’t-need market when I realized the ball was ABSOLUTELY not allowed under my “only non-consumables spending freeze.” I tried to take it back but the place does not do returns (it’s a super shady store that specializes in all things knock-off). So yeah, I really messed that one up, and on something so dumb. I’m chalking it up to a brain fart, it’s definitely not something I really wanted, but told myself I couldn’t have, and then bought anyway (there have been things I’ve wanted to buy that aren’t allowed, but that deserves its own post). Still. Totally lame. I’m disappointed in myself for sure.

So, without further (because that was plenty) ado, my spending for week two:

6/20/2015 Steamed buns for weekend $11.80
6/20/2015 Bike grease remover $5.45
6/20/2015 Band-Aids $8.64
6/20/2015 Soccer ball for son (oops!) $10.60
6/21/2015 Helmet lock for bike (this didn’t even work! Arg!) $6.53
6/21/2015 Wading pool (for mom’s house-to replace sandbox she gave me) $13.11
6/21/2015 Food for daughter’s lunch Monday $23.67
6/22/2015 Gas $50.00
6/24/2015 Two pouches for son’s snack/lunch (out that day) $3.85
6/24/2015 Renewed Discovery Museum membership (year) $150.00
6/24/2015 New tires on bike (+ labor) $161.34
6/24/2015 Milk and bananas $6.83
6/25/2015 Costco (all food!) $181.54
6/25/2015 Thank you cards for Isa’s teachers $7.56
6/26/2015 Babies R Us (pouches, snacks, night diapers) $43.95
6/26/2015 Target (pouches, groceries, art paper, bungee cords (for bike) $44.45
$729.32

Long Days

The second week of summer is almost done.

It’s not been what I had hoped.

It is exactly what I expected.

I am reminded, yet again, that I would be a terrible stay at home mom. I think it’s hard to be thrust into the home-all-day existence when you’re used to working full time; you don’t have a rhythm or a routine and by the time you finally get them, it’s time to go back to work. But even taking that into consideration, I recognize that being at home with my kids is not my thing. I’m just not very good at it.

Plus it makes me crazy.

It doesn’t help that they are both at really challenging developmental stages right now. And their wider age gap means it’s hard to find something that they can both authentically engage in. We do a lot of tickling in big heaps on the floor, but even I don’t have the stamina for enough of that to fill the never-ending hours.

Each of them separately is a whirlwind. Together they are a hurricane, laying wasted to even my most well prepared plans.

I’m really struggling. With all of it. I’m drowning in the stuff. I look around and have visions of it consuming me. Under all that stuff is filth. Every moment with both of them is pure chaos and I’m at the center triaging. There are no quiet moments of creativity or inspiration, only screaming, toys flying through the air, accusations hurled, complaints filed, personal safety threatened, hitting, scratching, throwing of bodies on the floor, slamming of heads against stuff that’s hard.

There are definitely moments when I think there is something wrong with me, as a mother. I just can’t fathom other moms are as ineffectual as I am. Are having days like these.

I’m hoping next week will be better. I’m trying to simplify, to postpone the errand that (feels like it) needs to be done, to serve cereal for dinner when preparing dinner feels impossible, to just getting down on the floor with them even though the floor is totally disgusting.

At the end of the day I’m exhausted and nothing gets done. Then I wake up and do it all over again.

I knew this transition would be hard. I tried to prepare myself for it. And I suppose I did. I’m definitely not surprised. I just wish I were better, you know? Better equipped. Better able to manage it all..and with a better attitude. I was trying to take less of my medicine since I’m not at work but I’m upping it again. I need all the reinforcements I can get.

To those of you who stay home with your kids every day, my hat is off to you. It is a really hard job. I know (now, and always) I couldn’t do it.

Garage Sale Questions

I have never held a garage sale. I helped with a friend or family member’s garage sale. I don’t know if I’ve even ever been to one ever. Basically, I could not know less about garage sales.

I keep waffling on this idea of trying to sell some of our stuff at a garage sale. One big concern is that we don’t actually have enough stuff to sell–I’m actually worried that people will show up and feel disappointed or misled by what I have available. Is this ridiculous? It’s a very real fear.

I oscillate between worrying that no one will show up and fearing there will be so many people that I won’t be able to keep up when I’m out there by myself (there is no scenario where I can have help, so I have to be the only one out there). Finally, I doubt that whatever money we might make is worth the considerable time and effort required to throw this thing. In order to actually have this garage sale I have to do some major working making my garage look presentable (the sidewalk in front of my house it too small to have much out there so much of it will have to be in my actual garage). I have to collect all the stuff, sort it in some meaningful way and decide how much to ask for everything. I also have to make fliers, hang them, and take them down. Oh and I have to get change at the bank, which at our local branch is a 30 minute endeavor. So yeah, it’s a lot of work and will require a lot of hours, and it might not provide much of a return. But then the idea of making a little something for all this stuff feels nice… I’m just not sure what to do.

I really don’t know if anyone would come. I’ve never seen a sign for a garage sale in our neighborhood, nor have I happened by one. Not in three years of living here. They just don’t seem to be a thing. Maybe no one will come by at all. And what if I put it on Craigslist and people come from far away and they think all I have is a couple random boxes of worthless shit. Ugh. Where are all these feelings coming from?

Okay, let’s just assume I am going to put this thing on. Can those of you who have done this before answer me a few questions? I feel super clueless about all this and would really appreciate any insight you can give.

How should I advertise? Fliers? Craigslist? Something else? (If I put it on Craigslist do I post pictures of the good stuff? I’ve seen that a lot.)

My husband is out of town and I will be driving my son over to my in-laws before the start time of 9am. Everyone says people will come earlier. Will it be okay if I’m not there until right before I want to start (probably I’ll be back around 8:30am)? Any suggestions on how to handle this hiccup?

Also I only have until between 9am and 1pm to do this thing. Is it even worth it?

How much change do I get from the bank? Is $100 in ones enough?

How much do I charge for things? Do I just put stuff in boxes with a price listed on the box? Do I do stuff like, $3 each or 4 for $10 or just stick with $3 each? Some suggested those colored stickers and I liked that idea…)

Ugh, I feel so overwhelmed. And yet… I have so many DVDs and kid’s books and toys and stuffed animals (really, really nice stuffed animals) that I would otherwise just be donating. It seems like I should at least try to get some cash for them. And I do have more time than usual right now, because it’s summer break. I think I am going to try it. Worst case scenario it will be a learning experience. Best case I will make a couple of benjamins. That would be nice.

So lay it on me. Anything and everything you want to tell me about garage sales. I’m all ears. (And thank you Polly for the garage sale advice you already gave me. It was super helpful!)

Some Random Thoughts on a Sunday Night

These days. They feel long. Really long. And then I remembered, today is the longest day of the year. While I’m always sad to see the daylight go, I could use some less long days.

I asked our therapist for suggestions on how to respond to aggression from my daughter, but first she wanted to know what I have been doing in those types of situations and of course it was hard to put it into words. I couldn’t quite remember, even though it happens all the time. I block a lot of this stuff out. Then yesterday there was a spectacular opportunity to be reminded and so I paid careful attention. After I put up my first budget post, I wrote her a long email. It was hard. I cried a lot. Writing it out… hurt. But I did it. And I sent it. And all I can do is hope it helps.

I finished All Your Worth. There wasn’t really a section on living in places where prices are higher. There also wasn’t anything about pensions, which frustrates me because I have no idea how I should view my pension, especially since I’m not also contributing to social security. I did appreciate the book very much and it has definitely helped me to understand how to get started with a savings plan. I’ll let you know as I take some of the first steps this summer.

I want to write a post explaining the exact purpose of my budget posts along with my goals for the summer, the rest of the year and the more ambiguous “future.” I want to make sure I’ve made it really clear to myself, and everyone I’ve asked to help me hold myself accountably, what I’m actually trying to accomplish so that I’ll know if I’ve succeeded come mid-August (and beyond).

My dad helped me get the bike all set up today and I took my soon out on our maiden ride. (My parents had that helmet I was looking for! Yay!) We went to Safeway to get a few things I needed for my daughter’s lunch at camp. The ride was awesome. He loved it almost as much as I did. I can’t wait for my daughter’s seat to come, but I appreciate having some time to get comfortable riding with my son up front before I have all the weight on the back. It’s going to be absolutely nuts riding with both of them. I DEFINITELY need a double kickstand. I’m shopping around.

Sorry it’s taking me so long to respond to comments these days. I’m realizing I need to wake up an hour earlier than everyone else if I want some time to this kind of stuff done–I’m just too tired at the end of my most days. I did wake up early and used the elliptical for the first time today. I realize I need a good fan to blow on me because I can’t open the windows (like I usually do) when my husband’s still sleeping. Luckily my parents have one I can borrow at least for a few weeks while they are away in Italy.

This week should be a lot more low key than last week. At least I hope it will be. Only time will tell.

And because the bike ride was really, really fun, here are a few (heavily filtered) pictures to commemorate the occasion.

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