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I hate this time of year, when I look at my finances and think of the upcoming holidays and start my yearly panic over not being able to give my boys material things. and I know they don't actually need things, because their father and stepmother and paternal grandparents will give them things, but they do choose to spend Christmas with me, and it's not really right for me not to have things to give them. but I have no money. this year I have even LESS money, or at least I will, because I have to soon pay for the expenses that come along with Meg's surgery later this month.
being poor sucks.
being poor sucks.