Wednesday, August 4, 2010


I might be leaving my life of bon-bon eating leisure to work full time.  This will be a huge adjustment, not just for me, but for the entire family.  It will be nice to have a steady paycheck--but we are all realistic about the trade-offs.  

"Can we order pizza tonight?" A. Peevie asked.

"How about if I make pizza instead?" I suggested.  "We're sort of cash poor at the moment."

"We're always cash poor," C. Peevie observed.

"Well, if I get a full-time job, we won't be cash poor any more," I said.  "But we'll be time-poor."

"And Mommy-poor," said M. Peevie, neatly summarizing the primary drawback to the new plan.

My heart broke just a tiny bit.


boneyard said...

poor mommy! sometimes it feels like you just can't win. I hope it works out. hugs & kisses

Anonymous said...

So cute and thoughtful. It's hard.

E. Peevie said...

After today, I can't wait for us to be mommy-poor.

M said...

that is precious. Little M Peevie.

E. Peevie said...

BTW, Boneyard, that's a pretty girly message for a truck driver. You trying to get beat up or something?

CML said...

Ah, my kids are a bit mommy-poor. But we're working things out, slowly but surely.

jeanie said...

mommy poor. Ha! I am worried about being blog poor and that you'll never tell us what happened to the mommy who ran away from home! Yes I know, it's all about me!