All I Have is $3.66

It's been a long time since I've felt so ridiculously ... poor, really. My last paycheck was a week ago now, and it was only about $78. Since I'm the one that usually buys most of the groceries, we were unable to get much food for the two weeks that followed. We could only buy the bare minimum (we're talking even less bare minimum than usual). We got a couple pounds of beef (on sale), a jug of milk, and maybe a couple other things. That left me with enough in my bank account to eat before work last Sunday and Wednesday. Yesterday, we went and got another jug of milk, and now, I'm left with $3.66 in my bank account. And I don't get paid again until the 12th.

It wouldn't be so bad, if my last paycheck had been bigger and I had been able to spend at least $100 on groceries then ... but I couldn't even buy all of the things we needed. So, I now have nothing to cook for dinner -- at least, nothing that is going to feed all three of us -- and not only that, but I have nothing to eat (or no money to get anything to eat) before work tomorrow, on my break tomorrow, or before work on Wednesday. It's been around five days since I've eaten a meal.

Don't worry, though. Aden still gets fed. I have things he can eat still. Hot dogs, cans of Spiderman noodles, Kraft Dinner -- nothing healthy, but at least he still gets filled up. Richard does too. He has pizza pockets. Yes, I realize I could be eating all of these things too, but you see, I'm such a good mom that I'm not eating them. I choose to save the things Aden likes for him. I don't want to run out of those things before I can afford to replenish them.

Richard, though, is blaming me not eating on "my" mess in the kitchen. He thinks I'm not eating because I have no clean dishes to cook in. He thinks if I wash the dishes, then I'll have something to eat. But GUESS WHAT!? Even if I did have clean dishes to cook in ... I HAVE NOTHING TO COOK. Idiot ...

Aaaaaaanyway!

Today we're going over to my dad's house, and I'm going to ask them if I can borrow some money. Richard isn't going to know of this, and when he finds out, he'll be mad ... but I need to buy food. My parents will understand, and they will help. They probably won't even expect to be paid back. It kills me that I can't pay them back, and I plan on it one day ... but they won't expect it in the near future, like OTHER parents do. Ahem. Richard isn't willing to ask for help, because he thinks it means we'll owe them something ... but my parents aren't like that. They are willing to help out their daughter and their grandson when we need it. And right now ... we need it.