I Should Rename This Blog

But I’ll leave it for now.

So, hey guys, I’ll say as if anyone is still reading when I disappeared for almost two years, ha! Basically everything has changed… Sam is about to turn two and he has a little brother now who will be 3 months old the same day! I’m working full time as a social worker and have been for a year and a half now. I thought I’d revive the blog to chronicle my attempts to get back in shape (running!), dress the body I have right now, and meal plan and budget for my busy family of four.

It’s late for me and tomorrow is my first day back at work after maternity leave (FMLA anyway), so I just wanted to pop in and announce my intentions for now. I’ll be back soon hopefully with my first day back outfit and my meals for the week!


Christmas Recap

I know I’ve been a very irregular blogger. That trend may continue until sometime in February because I’ve just been busy around here with various things and it seems I’ll continue to be.

I got spoiled rotten on Christmas this year which I was not expecting at all. I’d only asked for something monogrammed from my in-laws when asked and a stocking from C. I ended up opening so many gifts I felt like I was a kid again and there were diamond studs in my Christmas stocking. On top of all that spoiling we got a brand new vehicle on the 26th…. So here are a few materialistic highlights. We also got a beautiful handmade quilt from my SIL, a late wedding gift, in our wedding colors. It’s so lovely, a true heirloom.

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I’m Either Rich or Grateful

C. and I have had a long-standing debate about whether or not we are rich. Spoiler alert: we are definitely not even close to being rich. The debate comes from my continuously saying that we are rich. Because I feel freaking rich, people. And this is not some sappy post about how our love makes us rich or blah blah. What I mean is that our (lower) middle class life feels like being rich to me.

I didn’t grow up poor, though we were technically. The real version of poor came when I moved out at 17. I had a grocery budget of $11-15 per week and I rarely ate out (if I did it was fast food dollar menu). I could, and needed to, make a dollar packet of noodles last for a couple of meals and when the need arose to buy toilet paper, that stressed my budget. Basically, every single purchase that I made affected every other needed or un-needed purchase. I never had my own apartment, always found some room in a shared house or apartment on craigslist, I bought used cars with cash that I saved by being extremely frugal. I struggled to pay rent and utilities, and worried when I had to drive out of my way because I hadn’t budgeted for the extra gas money. This is still how I lived when I met C., though I was making more ($1200/mo) and had sold my car and walked to school and work in an effort to put $300/mo into savings. Speaking of school, I paid for school up until that time by taking a minimum amount of loans and then putting the rest on a payment plan which would take another 300 from my monthly income. It was a lifestyle that I was used to, but was absolutely stressful. Any minor thing, illness that required a doctor, maintenance needed on the car, shit, an oil change, could set me back despite my trying so hard to save.

This is why I am convinced that we are rich. Since we’ve combined our finances in certain ways (cars, groceries, apartment) I never have to worry about running out of food or buying toilet paper one roll at a time. I told him yesterday how happy it made me when I ran out of tp to realize that there were 16 more rolls in the closet. I remain very aware and grateful of how fortunate I am. I drive a new car that doesn’t need much, but gas or an oil change never means I have to sacrifice something else and we have paper towels and I can afford the $6 package of 50 face wipes I like, the nice razor blades and body wash, pants for work when I need them. I can buy all of these things AT THE SAME TIME AND STILL EAT. It’s all just so much to me, I really do feel rich. My version of rich, I guess, is having everything you need. And I have even more than what I need, so yup, I will continue to feel rich.

We don’t own a house, but we have somewhere nice and safe to live. Rich. I’m not shopping at whole foods, but I can make myself nutritious meals. Rich. I don’t drive a lexus, but I drive very dependable and cute little car that has a great warranty, Rich. There is a lot that we don’t have and can’t afford, but the reason that I feel rich is because that list of things we don’t have and can’t afford is full of things that we don’t NEED. In that way, and in a lot ways, I want for nothing. This life is very comfortable and that means we’re plenty rich enough for me. Having enough to take care of whatever we really need and whatever may come up is something I’m so thankful for and it doesn’t hurt to remember how many people, my former self included, would love to be in our position, “rich” or not.

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