and the cost of rent+utilities is more than the paycheck you’ve got in your hands.
I’m slowly eating through the reserves that were supposed to be the first-and-last for an apartment wherever I can find a full-time job.
And no matter how many things I’m juggling that are making a difference, or how many people comment on what a good thing we’re doing for the kids, it still makes me feel a little like less of a person, for some reason.
Money may not measure you as a human being, but everything around you measures in money.
This post will likely self-destruct when I come to my senses.