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.
7 comments:
poor mommy! sometimes it feels like you just can't win. I hope it works out. hugs & kisses
So cute and thoughtful. It's hard.
After today, I can't wait for us to be mommy-poor.
that is precious. Little M Peevie.
BTW, Boneyard, that's a pretty girly message for a truck driver. You trying to get beat up or something?
Ah, my kids are a bit mommy-poor. But we're working things out, slowly but surely.
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!
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