We went to the park for a play date and B behaved horribly. Again with the pushing littler kids when they approached him when he's got some coveted toy (never his, I might point out), and he full on ran right into the street for the first time ever and could have gotten killed. The cars were honking. It was frightening and horrifying. This could have been the worst day of my life. Now I can no longer trust him to wander a little. I'm going to have to be right on top of him from now on.
He tantrummed all day until I gave up and hauled him kicking and screaming to the car. Wanted to slap him so badly but thankfully did not. I know he's tired and fed up and discombobulated from the weekend, I get it. The problem is, so am I. I have zero patience and am hating every minute of this full time mom crap. I need a fucking vacation.
The old floor guy has not returned my calls for two days. Oh great. I'm sitting by my phone like a school girl.
Then tonight I foolishly decided to do the complicated math to try and figure out how I did financially over the weekend - sadly, the news is not good. It's horrible, actually. I factored in all the payments I still owe, my outstanding credit cad debt, all the uncashed checks (most of them are not cashed yet), and yes, despite having celebrated that I was up in the money department going into the event, somehow I came out broke again. How is this possible? Well, things are expensive, that's how. And when you hardly sell any merchandise or tickets because everyone buys them in advance now, well, you don't make anywhere near the money you used to during the actual event.
Thank god there is relief in the form of raised prices come February. Unless that plan backfires and a ton of people don't show up because of the price hike. Then what?
Well, it's going to be another hell of a tight year. Right now I have just enough money to get by if I don't pay my property taxes or sales tax. Ugh.
Nobody ever said you could do what you love and make a decent living off it, did they?