I took a long walk after dropping the kids off at school today. I looked at houses in my neighborhood and coveted. I thought about how great it would be if I could get a job and make enough money for us to afford a mortgage that would allow us to stay in the same school boundaries, hell, in the same school district. I thought about how nice it would be to have a house that wasn’t so crowded. Maybe one with a garage big enough to hold my car and a laundry room that I could walk into.
I got home and turned on my computer and checked the news. The government is shut down. My husband is a Department of Defense Employee. His project has funds to last a little while, but not long. A week or so at the most. The furloughs over the summer along with the expenses of the move, our medical expenses at the children’s hospital in Rhode Island I had worked so hard to get help with, and some just shitty issues we’re having now have chewed away our savings. I’m not longer thinking about a bigger house with a normal sized garage. I’m thinking about survival.
I could go on and on about how mad I am at the Senate. How completely jacked up it is that they would let the whole country go to hell over Obamacare, but it doesn’t change anything. They weren’t thinking about people like me. People who cannot contribute to their campaigns because all of our money goes to pay for our kids’ care. They were doing what would make their donors and their party pat them on the backs. I want to change things. But I don’t have the time or the energy to.
I am depressed and I’m scared. We already live very frugally. I buy all of our clothes at Goodwill. We furnished our house from Craigslist. My car is 11 years old, and Lance’s car is worth less than Abby’s hearing aids. We’ve moved three times in the last two and a half years to pay off our debts and to build savings. Just like that, all of the frugality, all of the moves, all of our savings. They see it as politics. I see it as shooting the hostages.
I’ve been wracking my brain for ways to earn an income. I can’t work outside of the home because of Abby’s health issues and because I have to be able to drop everything at a moment’s notice for Casey. But I can work from home. I can write. You guys can see that, right? I can edit. If you know of anyone that needs writers or content editors, please let me know. Shoot, if you know anyone that can use anything where I can work from home, please PLEASE let me know.
I’m also selling ad space. If you’re looking for a cheap way to have thousands of people see your ad for your etsy shop, your blog, whatever, let me know. The tab above that says “PR Welcome” has details, too.
In the coming days I will open an etsy shop. I make jewelry that is pretty damn cute. I’d wear it myself, but I’m not that kind of girl. Which is hilarious because of how much I love to make it. When I can get the right part for my vinyl machine, I’ll sell that crap too.
That’s all I got. Hug a government employee today. Or their wives.