I am off my rocker. High and low, up and down, an all around Hot Mess. At least I do not lack focus. The big countdown is moving along. Today is payday and as promised the American Express is now paid in full. I called to cancel the card this morning but they won't let me, apparently it is the one and only thing in my husbands name. (How'd that happen?) Next on the list is some random school loan. As reported on multiple occasions on FB 'THEY'RE PAID", well apparently I lie. There is one left for 750 something. Those things just sneak up on you, I swear. Then in crushing big countdown news we totally had to use a credit card in the last month. C had a cavity (257.00!!!!) and S put gas on one by accident. Still we owe less this month than we did last. For some reason my spreadsheet is for the 21st of each month. So I suppose I'll wait until then to calculate, who knows I might manage to pay down a little more before then. We've been selling crap from the shed like hot cakes.
Which leads me to the baby stuff. Seriously my heart aches just thinking about it. To think that it only got used by one little guy and a few babysat tots just seems so ... unplanned. I sold the pack and play yesterday and the only item left to sell is the highchair. Next week is the big city clean up where they'll take all your big items (they do it twice a year) and we are putting out the changing table and a few other random baby items. Well, along with all the crap my husband wouldn't let me pay to have picked up. Still a sore spot! Once the trash picker uppers come all the baby stuff will truly be gone. I just want to feel happiness when I think about that not that we won't be using them again. So; I'll keep the memories not the heartache of what should have been.
The other countdown is weight related. I lost two pounds last week. I am pretty happy about that but sort of annoyed that it could have been better. Over long weekend we ate like crap. I swear S and I make each other fat. We are such food hoars. But alas we are both counting the calories. He's even been riding the bike every day in the den. Battling the bulge is way harder than admitting you have a credit card problem.