Today was a whirlwind! My baby is still sick, though the fever seems to be breaking. He hasn't been more than 100 all day! When this kid gets sick; he really gets sick. He took two naps today! Yeah me I got to shower and wash a load of laundry!
I checked the bank balance, and just as one would suspect the bank account is broke. A tiny bummer because my oldest wanted to buy a toy for his friends birthday party. :(. I took the two older boys to the party where they jumped and jumped to their hearts delight! It was a family style birthday, the kind that reminded me of my dysfunctional cousins from back when we lives on the south aide of town. If you've got no clue what I am talking about imagine this: a bouncey house in the front, music blasting in English and Spanish, baroque grilling, rented tables and chairs lining the front driveway And all the neighborhood kids running around.
My kids enjoyed themselves, had fun with the piñata and ate ice cream cake till they got ice creAm headaches! Being a south side family type party I came home with two burgers with all the toppings, four hot dogs, extra cake, a bag of juicy and ripe oranges, and half a dozen juice boxes. I forgot to mention the pound of candy!
I browsed the residential streets of Peoria. I tell my kids it treasure hunting. I drive around looking for something good in the stuff that wealthier people throw out on bulk trash collection. Last year I found a nice tv stand that is being used to hold all the other equipment in the living room. I didn't find anything today. :(
Positive note my klout score increased this weekend. If you don't know about klout.com you might want to try them out. It's a way to see how influential you are online. It is actually interesting to learn what make them go up and what has no effect.
I know what your wondering...Did she go home? What happened since yesterday? Not much interaction. But ha has placed a rebuttal in the comments to my last few days of post. Just as before I have made the decision to leave the comments unedited. They are there for all to read if you'd like. Other than that there was no actual progress or any set backs for the day.
I did spend sometime taking some of those Cosmo type quizzes about should you get a divorce, Lack of surprise they all said I should except for the quiz on Dr. Phil. As far as I can tell only one or two percent of the divorced would meet Dr. Phil's standard to get a divorce. So he either thinks nearly all relationships can be saved or thinks most people are far more mature and level headed than we are.
Saturday, January 21, 2012
Day three...
Exhausted last night. My two year old is still feverish. I called the urgent care clinic back because he had developed a bad cough and they requested I bring him back.
I didn't have a car or a stroller. I considered walking the mile and buying a stroller after the appointment at the nearby Target and taking a cab. Both seemed like poor options. I sent a text message to my estranged husband asking to bring me the Car. Seeing as how he hadn't responded to the previous text about the kids being ill I didn't hold out much hope. I prepared to walk.
Surprise! He text back saying he would be over in five. He arrived.
The next five minutes were the most awkward in all the history of our marriage. Absolute silence and the longest red light of my life; longer than any red light on Grand Ave as a train passes by.
Long end to the story I got the keys and the car back! I took my baby back to the urgent care where I was instructed to keep giving the antibiotics and add a cortisteroid and over counter cough syrup. My five year old went to school for the first time this week, Friday. And my eight year old added coughing to his cold.
I didn't have a car or a stroller. I considered walking the mile and buying a stroller after the appointment at the nearby Target and taking a cab. Both seemed like poor options. I sent a text message to my estranged husband asking to bring me the Car. Seeing as how he hadn't responded to the previous text about the kids being ill I didn't hold out much hope. I prepared to walk.
Surprise! He text back saying he would be over in five. He arrived.
The next five minutes were the most awkward in all the history of our marriage. Absolute silence and the longest red light of my life; longer than any red light on Grand Ave as a train passes by.
Long end to the story I got the keys and the car back! I took my baby back to the urgent care where I was instructed to keep giving the antibiotics and add a cortisteroid and over counter cough syrup. My five year old went to school for the first time this week, Friday. And my eight year old added coughing to his cold.
Thursday, January 19, 2012
Day two...
Another day. I am quite convinced this seperation will end in divorce. I have accepted what my conselors, family and friends have know for years, that my husband is an abuser. No I don't have physical bruises, but I have the kind you can't see....
He remains in his rage mode. He did not go to school or work today. I am certain he did this because he was afraid I would steal my own car.
Because he did not leave the house today I was forced to get a police escort into my own home so I could get a few more clothes for my kids. When we arrived it was obvious that he had just been smoking Mary Jane, but the officer didn't arrest him. He still refuses to hand over the car keys. He actually removed the keys from my key ring just so I couldn't have them.
The kids are doing well. Perhaps they feel safe here at my mothers house. We don't have beds here. The kids are sleeping on an air mattress and still enjoying it, for now.
They are safely tucked in bed. I am sticking as closely to our routine as I can. I kept the promise to take them to Peter Piper Pizza for the school fundraiser. My mother drove us. I believe she is petrified he could do something unpredictable. We will be changing the locks and garage codes.
Strangely I am calmer than i was when staying with him. Weird feeling being at peace. Not worried I didn't do it good enough. Not worried I forgot to take the trash out, sweep the floor, hang clean towels in the bathroom or the mess the kids made in their room.
He remains in his rage mode. He did not go to school or work today. I am certain he did this because he was afraid I would steal my own car.
Because he did not leave the house today I was forced to get a police escort into my own home so I could get a few more clothes for my kids. When we arrived it was obvious that he had just been smoking Mary Jane, but the officer didn't arrest him. He still refuses to hand over the car keys. He actually removed the keys from my key ring just so I couldn't have them.
The kids are doing well. Perhaps they feel safe here at my mothers house. We don't have beds here. The kids are sleeping on an air mattress and still enjoying it, for now.
They are safely tucked in bed. I am sticking as closely to our routine as I can. I kept the promise to take them to Peter Piper Pizza for the school fundraiser. My mother drove us. I believe she is petrified he could do something unpredictable. We will be changing the locks and garage codes.
Strangely I am calmer than i was when staying with him. Weird feeling being at peace. Not worried I didn't do it good enough. Not worried I forgot to take the trash out, sweep the floor, hang clean towels in the bathroom or the mess the kids made in their room.
Wednesday, January 18, 2012
Day one
Today I said the D-word. I believe I am at the end of my marriage as there seems to be no hope my husband plans on improving the situation or even admitting he has a role in this drama.
I am and have always been open. I've alway blurted what was rambling along in my head so I will continue to write this blog.
I tried to retrieve my house keys and my car but failed. I succeeded in recovering my kids and a few days clothes. I told him I want him out and that I wAnt a divorce. He is still in an uncontrolled rage. I took my phone when I took the kids.
My kids were sick. My five year old continued to have a cough with a mild fever and my two year old had broken out with a rash over night with his continued fever. As soon as I saw the rash I took all the kids to urgent care. Turns out the five year olds cough turned into bronchitis and that the two year old hAs Scarlett fever. I have strep throat and my eight year old has a cold developing.
I sent my husband a text but did not receive a response.
I've returned to my mothers house. The kids told me about how angry their dad was. He said irrational things to them and did not read them a bedtime story like he usually does.
Exhausted after the two trips to the old Cvs for Tylenol and antibiotics. My kids are enjoying sleeping on the air mattress, but I know soon they will be asking when we can go home.
I am and have always been open. I've alway blurted what was rambling along in my head so I will continue to write this blog.
I tried to retrieve my house keys and my car but failed. I succeeded in recovering my kids and a few days clothes. I told him I want him out and that I wAnt a divorce. He is still in an uncontrolled rage. I took my phone when I took the kids.
My kids were sick. My five year old continued to have a cough with a mild fever and my two year old had broken out with a rash over night with his continued fever. As soon as I saw the rash I took all the kids to urgent care. Turns out the five year olds cough turned into bronchitis and that the two year old hAs Scarlett fever. I have strep throat and my eight year old has a cold developing.
I sent my husband a text but did not receive a response.
I've returned to my mothers house. The kids told me about how angry their dad was. He said irrational things to them and did not read them a bedtime story like he usually does.
Exhausted after the two trips to the old Cvs for Tylenol and antibiotics. My kids are enjoying sleeping on the air mattress, but I know soon they will be asking when we can go home.
Tuesday, January 17, 2012
Happy Birthday.... Should you call the cops?!!
Well I am starting to think my birthday is just a bad day. Last year my car had been broken into. That should be one of the earliest post on this blog. It sucked. I spent the day calling banks, notifying all kinds of people and dealing with the Police. This year also sucked, only much worse!
Instead of having a birthday party, which no one offered to throw for me. I spent the day caring for two sick kids. Yeah, I know it sucks to spend the day at home with a pukey kid, let alone two. Both kids started the day with fevers, and christening me in their vomit. I changed my clothes 4 times due to the festivities and bathed twice. I did 4 loads of bedding covered in bright red vomit. My fault, I gave my kids red Kool Aid. Still quite gross.
So that was bad. And any normal person would be like that sucks! Can I please have a do over?! But the day got much worse.
As I write this posting I am quite confused. I would say BEFUDDLED if the word didn't seem to be so light-hearted, but alas, I sit before you confused, flaberghasted, appalled and baffled, and befuddled.
Sick kids is bad. I started to feel a little sick myself this afternoon, also bad. But it was a Tuesday, and in my house that means Cub Scouts from 6:30-8:00pm at the local church. Today was slightly different than our usual, take the kids and supervise them as they learn Boy Things like tying knots, it was a parent meeting. So that sounds really boring. And I supposed if I was not an active Committee Member it would be. I took on the role of Lake Pleasant District Council Scout-O-Rama Chair and Pack 293 Scout-O-Rama Chair, so tonight I had a lot to talk about. Its big. Its fun. Its a thing worth doing. Unfortunately, I'd spent the day caring for sick kids and had forgotten all about the flyers I wanted to make, so in typical ADHD fashion I started making the flyer at 5:45pm when we need to be in the car by 6:10 and on our way. 5:45 is usually when I start getting kids and shoes paired together with anything else like jackets and dues.
So I made my flyers. I spoke, parents were not fans of the Assumptive Sales Plans or that volunteering for 4 hour shifts would be a bit different this year. We talked about the goal of getting 75% of the Scouts to participate in the fundraiser and what participation qualified as. So, I talked alot and so did some of the other parents that have been the Scout-O-Rama Chair in the past. Before this started I had texted my husband that I wanted Carolina's for dinner. No I never sent a message stating what dish I wanted. The meeting had started and I was not in a position to look down and read text, as I was a presenter.
I called when the meeting finally finished and asked if he had gotten food. He said yes, so I went home with 2 sick kids and a very excited Cub Scout who had just learned he would be going to Camp Digalus. I gathered my things and pushed the kids inside with the expectation of delicious mexican food for me. Only there was no food for me. I put my phone down on the dock station in my bedroom, as I do by a forced habit. (I've lost my phone many times!) I came out of the room and asked the question any other hungry birthday girl would ask, "Where's my food?" Was I smiling? No, I was confused and famished. Was there an air of attitude? Possibly, but not enough to trigger what happened....
There was an explosion of rage in my house. Not the first time this has happened, as I have told you in the past my husband has a way of simply exploding with little warning. Having just walked in the door and still feeling a tad feverish, my eyes got huge like an animal who sees the on comming headlights of a distant car. He screamed at me, I am sure the neighbors heard. I yelled back, "What did I do?!!!" He screamed more about how I didn't respond to his text message! And how was he supposed to know I didn't eat?!! I attempted to explain what I did at the Cub Scouts Parent Meeting and how I didn't know he sent me a text because I was leading a group. Then he ranted about how he can't respond to text messages and my phone calls at work! (Bewildered and hungry I reached for my purse and grabbed my keys) I said if you needed me to tell you, you should have called. I started walking outside as He screamed more, and stammered to his food wadded it up and throw uneatten, perfectly good food in to the garbage can as if he was celebrating a game winning touch down. Floored by the tempertantrum I continued walking out to go get myself my birthday dinner. He Screamed wildly about how he would go get it for me. I declined, and Said, "No, I will get my food. "
I made it to the car. I didn't run. But perhaps I should have. I started the car began closing the door, when he swung it back open. With the engine running, I buckled my seat belt and told him to leave so I could close the door. Some very unwitty banter happened. Then he reached across me and yanked the keys out of the ignition. He ran. Ran back into the house and locked the door!
Can you believe that? I was locked out of my own home, with my kids trapped inside. I banged on the door, shouted about my cell phone being inside. He briefly returned to the door to scold me like a child and slam the door again! Left out in the cold, crying. Unable to understand what had just happened, cold hungry. I pleaded to let me in, but nothing. Just the sound of my sick two year old crying.
I went to the car, the door still unlocked, looked for a coat. I stood there, baffled. Angry, I left. I began the 1 mile walk to my mothers house. I didn't have a phone so I could not call anyone for advice. As I approached the Circle K on the corner I considered asking them to call the Police. Upset, I continued walking towards my mothers house. I was one block from her house when she drove up.
2 hours later, I am still wondering should I call the cops? Should I go take the kids? What would you do? How do you explain this to 3 frightened kids?
Instead of having a birthday party, which no one offered to throw for me. I spent the day caring for two sick kids. Yeah, I know it sucks to spend the day at home with a pukey kid, let alone two. Both kids started the day with fevers, and christening me in their vomit. I changed my clothes 4 times due to the festivities and bathed twice. I did 4 loads of bedding covered in bright red vomit. My fault, I gave my kids red Kool Aid. Still quite gross.
So that was bad. And any normal person would be like that sucks! Can I please have a do over?! But the day got much worse.
As I write this posting I am quite confused. I would say BEFUDDLED if the word didn't seem to be so light-hearted, but alas, I sit before you confused, flaberghasted, appalled and baffled, and befuddled.
Sick kids is bad. I started to feel a little sick myself this afternoon, also bad. But it was a Tuesday, and in my house that means Cub Scouts from 6:30-8:00pm at the local church. Today was slightly different than our usual, take the kids and supervise them as they learn Boy Things like tying knots, it was a parent meeting. So that sounds really boring. And I supposed if I was not an active Committee Member it would be. I took on the role of Lake Pleasant District Council Scout-O-Rama Chair and Pack 293 Scout-O-Rama Chair, so tonight I had a lot to talk about. Its big. Its fun. Its a thing worth doing. Unfortunately, I'd spent the day caring for sick kids and had forgotten all about the flyers I wanted to make, so in typical ADHD fashion I started making the flyer at 5:45pm when we need to be in the car by 6:10 and on our way. 5:45 is usually when I start getting kids and shoes paired together with anything else like jackets and dues.
So I made my flyers. I spoke, parents were not fans of the Assumptive Sales Plans or that volunteering for 4 hour shifts would be a bit different this year. We talked about the goal of getting 75% of the Scouts to participate in the fundraiser and what participation qualified as. So, I talked alot and so did some of the other parents that have been the Scout-O-Rama Chair in the past. Before this started I had texted my husband that I wanted Carolina's for dinner. No I never sent a message stating what dish I wanted. The meeting had started and I was not in a position to look down and read text, as I was a presenter.
I called when the meeting finally finished and asked if he had gotten food. He said yes, so I went home with 2 sick kids and a very excited Cub Scout who had just learned he would be going to Camp Digalus. I gathered my things and pushed the kids inside with the expectation of delicious mexican food for me. Only there was no food for me. I put my phone down on the dock station in my bedroom, as I do by a forced habit. (I've lost my phone many times!) I came out of the room and asked the question any other hungry birthday girl would ask, "Where's my food?" Was I smiling? No, I was confused and famished. Was there an air of attitude? Possibly, but not enough to trigger what happened....
There was an explosion of rage in my house. Not the first time this has happened, as I have told you in the past my husband has a way of simply exploding with little warning. Having just walked in the door and still feeling a tad feverish, my eyes got huge like an animal who sees the on comming headlights of a distant car. He screamed at me, I am sure the neighbors heard. I yelled back, "What did I do?!!!" He screamed more about how I didn't respond to his text message! And how was he supposed to know I didn't eat?!! I attempted to explain what I did at the Cub Scouts Parent Meeting and how I didn't know he sent me a text because I was leading a group. Then he ranted about how he can't respond to text messages and my phone calls at work! (Bewildered and hungry I reached for my purse and grabbed my keys) I said if you needed me to tell you, you should have called. I started walking outside as He screamed more, and stammered to his food wadded it up and throw uneatten, perfectly good food in to the garbage can as if he was celebrating a game winning touch down. Floored by the tempertantrum I continued walking out to go get myself my birthday dinner. He Screamed wildly about how he would go get it for me. I declined, and Said, "No, I will get my food. "
I made it to the car. I didn't run. But perhaps I should have. I started the car began closing the door, when he swung it back open. With the engine running, I buckled my seat belt and told him to leave so I could close the door. Some very unwitty banter happened. Then he reached across me and yanked the keys out of the ignition. He ran. Ran back into the house and locked the door!
Can you believe that? I was locked out of my own home, with my kids trapped inside. I banged on the door, shouted about my cell phone being inside. He briefly returned to the door to scold me like a child and slam the door again! Left out in the cold, crying. Unable to understand what had just happened, cold hungry. I pleaded to let me in, but nothing. Just the sound of my sick two year old crying.
I went to the car, the door still unlocked, looked for a coat. I stood there, baffled. Angry, I left. I began the 1 mile walk to my mothers house. I didn't have a phone so I could not call anyone for advice. As I approached the Circle K on the corner I considered asking them to call the Police. Upset, I continued walking towards my mothers house. I was one block from her house when she drove up.
2 hours later, I am still wondering should I call the cops? Should I go take the kids? What would you do? How do you explain this to 3 frightened kids?
New Years Resolutions....
On the other things I've been thinking about since my last post back in December, or January. I can't actually remember but I know I wanted to talk about New Years Resolutions.
Lets start with the obvious
I want to be lighter on the scale and have a smaller pant size. A long time ago, like the month before I became pregnant with my first kid, I was a size 8. That is a really good size. I admit I looked like a Barbie Doll, with my big Dolly Parton Size boobs! But I worked at a Bikini Bar, so I guess you could say I was really into exercising. And As for looking like Dolly Parton, that goes back to the first wish I ever made, back in the second grade. Why an 8 year old wished for Boobs like Dolly Parton, I don't know, perhaps some crazy shrink has an answer, like I spent too much time looking at my Dad's Playboys.
I want to be more vigilant when it comes to posting updates on my blog. I like to write on this. I like it. It's a little like seeing your name in lights on the Theater Marque. It's a bit of fun. It's great for reliving stress. It's also great for avoiding doing things like moping the floor or putting pants on my two year old. I guess I am saying I would like to post each week, in my fantasy world I would post everyday, but really who would be reading that?
I also want my finances to make sense. You know, the check book balances, and you don't overdraw your checking account on a regular basis. I would also like to have cash in the savings account that is actually for savings and not to pay the overdraft fee. So maybe I need a budget? Then again that sounds oh so boring.
I want to earn money in my new career. My new boss seems to be great. She is organized or seems to be. She is understanding and seems to understand my reluctance to jump right in and WIN, to quote Charley Sheen. She also seems to understand basic math and that things like paying for child care are expensive if you are not generating an income to replace what you used.
I want to exercise. Before I got my crazy boss I was doing well. Not fabulous. I wasn't loosing 2 pounds a week or anything. But I was feeling better. Now, I don't know if it was all the crazy boss or a bit of the winter blues, but I stopped, and now I feel flabby.
I want to be organized. You know like those people you admire, the ones that are never late and never need to apologize for the Linus like chaos that follows them. I want to be prepared, I want to know what I need, what I need to do to get it, and who I need help from. It's weird, I just want to feel like normal people do. Normal people rarely suffer from deer in headlights syndrome.
Adult Content: Dude you know you want this crap.
I want to replace my Vib. I miss my vib. It made the kids antics less, frustrating, if only for a minute. Lets face it I have a short attention span, and spending more than 10 minutes with the Vib or my husband leads to loss of interest. Or maybe its just wandering interest. I am certain my husband appreciates that in the middle of it, I am suddenly thinking about the grocery list, or that email, or the clothes that need to be mended. Or maybe I am just in outer space, I have know idea, its sorta random, ranging from all the chores I didn't do, the kids, the car, the job, the education, my dry lips(both), the dogs, the weird shadow on the ceiling, how itchy the sheets feel, or how I need to change positions again.
Anyway, why do people make Resolutions? Aren't they usually forgotten by the end of January? Is it because they don't have a plan or people to hold them accountable. Are they even good?
So what are my steps? Dude, you do know I have ADHD? And maybe a bit OCD. Yeah, I get upset when my hairspray is not in its proper place or someone moves the Paprika from the place I last put it. Yeah, I have ideas. No I don't have them written out.
Oh, I also want to write out the house rules. Ask my why. Maybe I will write it later. Just like the steps to finish the New Years Resolutions.....
Lets start with the obvious
I want to be lighter on the scale and have a smaller pant size. A long time ago, like the month before I became pregnant with my first kid, I was a size 8. That is a really good size. I admit I looked like a Barbie Doll, with my big Dolly Parton Size boobs! But I worked at a Bikini Bar, so I guess you could say I was really into exercising. And As for looking like Dolly Parton, that goes back to the first wish I ever made, back in the second grade. Why an 8 year old wished for Boobs like Dolly Parton, I don't know, perhaps some crazy shrink has an answer, like I spent too much time looking at my Dad's Playboys.
I want to be more vigilant when it comes to posting updates on my blog. I like to write on this. I like it. It's a little like seeing your name in lights on the Theater Marque. It's a bit of fun. It's great for reliving stress. It's also great for avoiding doing things like moping the floor or putting pants on my two year old. I guess I am saying I would like to post each week, in my fantasy world I would post everyday, but really who would be reading that?
I also want my finances to make sense. You know, the check book balances, and you don't overdraw your checking account on a regular basis. I would also like to have cash in the savings account that is actually for savings and not to pay the overdraft fee. So maybe I need a budget? Then again that sounds oh so boring.
I want to earn money in my new career. My new boss seems to be great. She is organized or seems to be. She is understanding and seems to understand my reluctance to jump right in and WIN, to quote Charley Sheen. She also seems to understand basic math and that things like paying for child care are expensive if you are not generating an income to replace what you used.
I want to exercise. Before I got my crazy boss I was doing well. Not fabulous. I wasn't loosing 2 pounds a week or anything. But I was feeling better. Now, I don't know if it was all the crazy boss or a bit of the winter blues, but I stopped, and now I feel flabby.
I want to be organized. You know like those people you admire, the ones that are never late and never need to apologize for the Linus like chaos that follows them. I want to be prepared, I want to know what I need, what I need to do to get it, and who I need help from. It's weird, I just want to feel like normal people do. Normal people rarely suffer from deer in headlights syndrome.
Adult Content: Dude you know you want this crap.
I want to replace my Vib. I miss my vib. It made the kids antics less, frustrating, if only for a minute. Lets face it I have a short attention span, and spending more than 10 minutes with the Vib or my husband leads to loss of interest. Or maybe its just wandering interest. I am certain my husband appreciates that in the middle of it, I am suddenly thinking about the grocery list, or that email, or the clothes that need to be mended. Or maybe I am just in outer space, I have know idea, its sorta random, ranging from all the chores I didn't do, the kids, the car, the job, the education, my dry lips(both), the dogs, the weird shadow on the ceiling, how itchy the sheets feel, or how I need to change positions again.
Anyway, why do people make Resolutions? Aren't they usually forgotten by the end of January? Is it because they don't have a plan or people to hold them accountable. Are they even good?
So what are my steps? Dude, you do know I have ADHD? And maybe a bit OCD. Yeah, I get upset when my hairspray is not in its proper place or someone moves the Paprika from the place I last put it. Yeah, I have ideas. No I don't have them written out.
Oh, I also want to write out the house rules. Ask my why. Maybe I will write it later. Just like the steps to finish the New Years Resolutions.....
Monday, January 16, 2012
To buy or not to buy?
It sounds like an easy answer, just buy a house. Lately, I have been having doubts. I keep wondering why would buying a house right now be bad? Should we wait? Is there good advice on what the best course of action is? Didn't I read about what the right thing to do is in a book called the Two Income Trap? I am sure I did. I just don't know. Worse, my husband is willing to go any way I suggest without letting me know if he has concerns... He hasn't even been blown away by listing from the Internet either.
Oh, no my grumpy, fat, neighbor is not dead. I guess that was just wishful thinking on my part.
So I have looked and guessed based on information on the Internet about how much we could afford and if we would qualify. The answers are we will qualify, but not until March 11, 2012-exactly 2 years and 1 day since our Chapter 7 Bankruptcy was finalized, and maybe as much as $100,000 for a home loan. I know we can qualify. I know we need to wait about 60 days from today. I know that homes with 3 or 4 bedrooms exist in my current neighborhood for less than $100K, but not in my kids school boundaries! I know that this neighborhood lacks bus transportation, and is far from all my friends, and the majority of my dysfunctional extended family. I also know that the location is close to entertainment, dinning, and of course the freeway.
What I don't know is if this is a good thing to do right now. Should we wait another year? Should we pay off all the credit card debt with our tax refund instead of using it as a down payment on a home? If we pay off all the outstanding Credit Card Debt and the $5,000 I owe to University of Phoenix, I can go back to school. And maybe finish my degree this time around. But we would not have a house. We would be stuck in the same 900SQFT apartment that we are outgrowing! I have no space for an office, or quiet space to run and hide to when I have a bad day. Now if you think the loo is a good quiet place you obviously do not have little kids! Worse we have all three boys in the same bedroom.
The same 3 boys that were spoiled last month for Christmas have little space to play on the floor. As a result we find them playing in the living room, the kitchen, Mom and Dad's room, the bathrooms, the walk-in closets and outside on the patio. Their room is difficult to keep clean, mostly because everything needs a place and many times those things are sharing overcrowded shelves. They have too many clothes.
My husband has his desk in our Bedroom, which also triples as the workout room, sewing room, storage shed, and pantry for all those water bottles and juice boxes the kids drink. Our storage closet outside, barely holds our Christmas tree and decorations. Each of our bedrooms have a walk-in closet, and they are stuffed with extra things that would normally go in a garage or storage shed for long term storage.
I'd bet your saying...Doesn't she claim to be poor? How on Earth can she be talking about buying a house when she has been to the food bank twice in the last 2 months? How can someone who is on Medicaid be buying a house? The truth is the bank account is still empty, were still on Medicaid for health insurance and still can't buy all the things the kids got for Christmas. But I am expecting a large enough tax return that I could either pay off all the debts we now have or use it as a 10-20% down payment on a low cost house. FYI the houses I have been looking at are listed at 50-80K. Also I am trying to work, though that seems to be extremely part-time right now.
As you can see there are many reasons to move to a bigger location, and possibly a home of our own. But what are the reasons this is a bad time or bad idea? What does Dave Ramsey suggest? Things I haven't mentioned is that is the number one thing on my wish list, the number two thing is the Neat Receipts scanner.
And just when things seem to be going well. A kid falls of the counter and lands face first... Though not the one you would have thought, it was the 8 year old.
Oh, no my grumpy, fat, neighbor is not dead. I guess that was just wishful thinking on my part.
So I have looked and guessed based on information on the Internet about how much we could afford and if we would qualify. The answers are we will qualify, but not until March 11, 2012-exactly 2 years and 1 day since our Chapter 7 Bankruptcy was finalized, and maybe as much as $100,000 for a home loan. I know we can qualify. I know we need to wait about 60 days from today. I know that homes with 3 or 4 bedrooms exist in my current neighborhood for less than $100K, but not in my kids school boundaries! I know that this neighborhood lacks bus transportation, and is far from all my friends, and the majority of my dysfunctional extended family. I also know that the location is close to entertainment, dinning, and of course the freeway.
What I don't know is if this is a good thing to do right now. Should we wait another year? Should we pay off all the credit card debt with our tax refund instead of using it as a down payment on a home? If we pay off all the outstanding Credit Card Debt and the $5,000 I owe to University of Phoenix, I can go back to school. And maybe finish my degree this time around. But we would not have a house. We would be stuck in the same 900SQFT apartment that we are outgrowing! I have no space for an office, or quiet space to run and hide to when I have a bad day. Now if you think the loo is a good quiet place you obviously do not have little kids! Worse we have all three boys in the same bedroom.
The same 3 boys that were spoiled last month for Christmas have little space to play on the floor. As a result we find them playing in the living room, the kitchen, Mom and Dad's room, the bathrooms, the walk-in closets and outside on the patio. Their room is difficult to keep clean, mostly because everything needs a place and many times those things are sharing overcrowded shelves. They have too many clothes.
My husband has his desk in our Bedroom, which also triples as the workout room, sewing room, storage shed, and pantry for all those water bottles and juice boxes the kids drink. Our storage closet outside, barely holds our Christmas tree and decorations. Each of our bedrooms have a walk-in closet, and they are stuffed with extra things that would normally go in a garage or storage shed for long term storage.
I'd bet your saying...Doesn't she claim to be poor? How on Earth can she be talking about buying a house when she has been to the food bank twice in the last 2 months? How can someone who is on Medicaid be buying a house? The truth is the bank account is still empty, were still on Medicaid for health insurance and still can't buy all the things the kids got for Christmas. But I am expecting a large enough tax return that I could either pay off all the debts we now have or use it as a 10-20% down payment on a low cost house. FYI the houses I have been looking at are listed at 50-80K. Also I am trying to work, though that seems to be extremely part-time right now.
As you can see there are many reasons to move to a bigger location, and possibly a home of our own. But what are the reasons this is a bad time or bad idea? What does Dave Ramsey suggest? Things I haven't mentioned is that is the number one thing on my wish list, the number two thing is the Neat Receipts scanner.
And just when things seem to be going well. A kid falls of the counter and lands face first... Though not the one you would have thought, it was the 8 year old.