I’ve spent too much time lately thinking about money.
I’m a big Gene Kelly fan, and so I’ve seen An American in Paris approximately one million times. There’s a moment in the movie where Gene’s character, a poor painter named Jerry Mulligan, is talking to an heiress named Milo Roberts. I love this little exchange so much, because it’s basically where my life is right now:
Milo: Why do you always talk about money?
Jerry: Because I ain’t got any. And when you ain’t got any that takes on a curious significance.
We aren’t poor. I’ve been poor. My early childhood was spent living below the poverty line. I remember poor, and believe me, this ain’t it.
We are temporarily in a broke-ass cash flow situation, though. And after almost three years of keeping our credit card & line of credit at zero, I am disgruntled that we owe money again.
It’s not really through any fault of our own. First, the minivan unexpectedly needed two new tires. (Fun fact for those of you who, like me, don’t know much about cars; when you get tires put on, ask if an alignment is included in the price. An alignment is not the same as rotation or balancing. And if you don’t get one from Giant Megalithic Store That Rhymes With Blanadian Spire, your tires will wear bald after a mere 20,000km and then they won’t honour the warranty because they will claim you refused the alignment.)
Anyway! Two new tires and an alignment. Then the car needed a whole bunch of stuff (wheel bearings! brakes! other things that I don’t know what they are or what they do, whee!) Then of course the plumbing, which ended in us paying Plumber A $600 to tell us he couldn’t fix the problem, and Plumber B an additional $1800 to diagnose the problem and install a new pump.
There were some other smaller things that all sort of came up at once, including snowpants for the kids, and flea / heartworm meds for both the dog & the cat, and then of course Christmas shopping, and and and…
Bottom line we shelled out around $3000 in about three weeks. Three thousand dollars that simply wasn’t available in our careful, week-by-week-in-a-jar savings.
We have a plan to pay it back – it’s workable, and we’ll get there. But in the meantime, it’s frustrating. I don’t worry about our ability to provide the necessities for the kids. I worry a little bit about providing for the adults in the house, though. Yesterday the underwire on my one and only properly-fitting bra broke loose, and because I have Large Unmanageable Boobs I can’t just run to La Senza and pick up a replacement for $20; I’m on the hook for at least five times that to get something that doesn’t give me neck & back pain. So all today I had a little wire jabbing me under my right arm.
Builds character, right?