Maybe wake me when September ends.
All my months are terrible at this point, though. I can’t say it’s September’s fault. I’m perpetually stuck in financial distress but still waking and trudging through it.
I make progress in my own success and then something fucks it up and then the next weeks of my life are spent just trying to get out from under whatever catastrophe happened. Instead of just being able to pick up at the point I left off, it’s like constantly rebuilding a sandcastle every time the waves roll in an wreck what I just built.
I reapplied for food stamps. We were approved for $215/month. It doesn’t feel like enough but it’s better than nothing? I think that’s the response I’m supposed to have. At least kids get free lunch at school.
We didn’t have running water for a bit. This house is terrible. I love living here but I hate the house, if that makes any sense. The property management fluctuates between being wonderfully accommodating and horribly inept. Even though I have a list of things that need to be done around here and the water situation, they still honestly expect rent. We paid half so far.
Oh, and there’s black mold in the bathroom.