So, it's that time of the month that everyone dreads. For me, it is preceeded by a few days in a crabbit & easily irritated state. When it hits, and you get it over with, there is intense relief, and you can forget about it for another 4 weeks or so. Yup - it's time to sort out the bills.
I've spent the day in between nursery/school runs and dealing with an irritable drooly baby poring over the bank accounts. Checking for payments in and sorting the payments out. Being on maternity leave from self employment means that I still have to cover my bills, but with pretty much Sweet Fanny Adams to do it with. Another reason for becoming a reduced bread scavenger in Tesco at 7pm. My postnatal brain (or what's left of my brain) it getting much less adept at retaining useful information, even on a short term basis. So I'm writing on post it notes which I keep dropping, or sticking to the bottom of mugs and Nintendo DSs. And to the children. So I'm redo-ing all my work to find the post-it I was looking for after it's no longer required.
Trying to remember all of my login details is also a problem. They are all different. Great for security, not so great when you have the memory capacity of a goldfish.
I know that when all the money is in the right place, I'll feel a wave of relief. Then when I realise I have a few pounds left over, it'll be hard not to skip right into starbucks and order the biggest frappucino ever. But we gotta eat I suppose.
January STILL sucks.
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