A week later and we are still waiting on his bosses to "make a decision" regarding his raise.
I can't imagine the pressure he is under, wanting to take care of all of us and being unable to do so in this economy. He has worked, hard, his entire life. We have always paid our bills, never gone on welfare nor duped the government into giving us money under false disability, food stamp and welfare claims as I see so many doing.
We have been honest. We have done things the right way. And yet? It just keeps falling apart.
Six years ago we both had jobs. I remember back when we could afford things.
It was then that we adopted a pretty little dachshund named "Spot". You all know and love her.
|Well, I hope you love her.|
She is "sitting pretty" for Momma.
Now? We don't have dime one to take our little girl to the veterinarian's office tonight. And she is so sick. She isn't an outside dog and we have no idea what she could've gotten into, but she has been vomiting for two days and is unable to even hold down water. We bought her some Pedialyte, but she won't drink it.
I am tired of feeling so helpless. I am tired of watching my husband work himself to the bone. I worry when I look at him and I can see the the weight of our world upon him.
As I sit here and hold my puppy, unable to help her or find out what is wrong, I sort of understand what he is going through. I can no more help her than he can help me. We are powerless to do anything.
I get so frustrated because we don't overspend. We don't go on trips, we don't use credit cards, we don't borrow money, we don't go out to eat on a monthly/weekly/daily basis. There is no disposable income. Not even enough to see what is wrong with Spottie. It isn't that we managed our money poorly, it is just that there isn't any money to manage.
I am sorry to sound so down on this post, but I get so weary of people that cheat, lie and steal. I sometimes want to stop blogging because I grow so tired of the people who complain about their money problems, but then blog about how they are off on yet another weekend trip somewhere or claim they have to buy their lunch everyday because bringing meals from home is "so gross." [Yet, they admit to $50,000 in credit card debt. Stop whining and pack a sandwich.] I run out of things to say on those blogs. I am supposed to tell you how glad I am that you had a great trip when I know your house went into foreclosure less than 3 months ago?
How can doing the right thing, for so long, be so punishing now? We aren't perfect, but we have always tried to do the right thing.
Again. I am sorry. I will be back, happy, happy when Spottie is feeling better. For now I will just hold her in my lap and hope for the best.
See ya' on the flipside Tadpoles. I know there are bigger problems in the world right now - but this is mine for the time being.