The fact that money does not grow on trees has recently become very frustrating for me.
First, I have a limited number of clothes that fit me as the clothes I wore last summer and fall are all a solid three sizes smaller. Bah, baby-bearing hips. Mama is tired of wearing maternity jeans!
Second, I have been hit with a sudden and insatiable urge to organize and decorate our house. This takes money, money that I do not have, money that DOES NOT GROW ON TREES! Do you have any idea how annoying it is to have glorious plans for making your house a home and then remembering that, Oh yes, I am poor.
Third, I have this crazy idea to start a little side business. I cannot share the details of this side business because I am not sure if it is an actual thing I could do or if it is another of those dreams that seem to come out of nowhere and have no substance. Regardless, whether this is a real attainable side business or a half-formed hallucination I need money to start it. Or try it. Or whatever.
Fourth, I need me a trim. A trim baby! And possibly a pedicure.
I have developed several schemes for getting myself some dollars. Here they are.
First: Go back to work. The most obvious and probably easiest. However I cannot bring myself to leave my Norah for extended periods of time, especially since I will probably be going back to school in August and leaving her nearly every day. I will be working one day a week at the shelter, only eight hours. I also have monthly meetings that I have to attend, but can probably bring Norah to those. So....crazy shelter kids with your crazy ideas giving me crazy stories to tell? Here I come!
Second: Write something good and geddit published. Would also be helpful in attaining my goal to be a real-live writer person, however gedding published is easier said than done.
Third: Sell the clothes that do not fit and/or I do not wear and/or are just plain not good for Sadie. I did my own little What Not To Wear today. Stacy and Clinton should be proud. Finally something good came from watching TV.
Fourth: Sell my kidney.
Fifth: The blog. Oh the blog. Why does the pay-per-click take so stinking long to make any money? On that note, I would really appreciate if my lurking readers would make themselves known. If you read semi-regularly would you please leave a comment and tell me who you are, how I know you, how you found the blog, etc. That would be great. I want to know you lurkers!!
*Edit* Um, in no way should this be construed as a ploy to get people to send me money. I just needed to vent my frustration about not being paid simply to be alive. Also, I need a trim, baby. Not a trim baby.