Geez, one day she's complaining about rich people being "insightful" and the next day she's dropping a kid out! My goodness. ALL I talked about before having Zac was, well, Zac. Let's face it, I primarily only talk about him now as it is.
I'm having a *sigh* kind of day. I just got paid today, which used to make me feel exalted and excited for the upcoming weekend. Now I just dread paying bills and worrying about money.
Good news: I have finally received child support from the FOB. The state of Texas was planning on doing "corrective action" to collect on the $2,400 in back child support that he owed so he called the Office of Attorney General's Office (OAG) and had them garnish his paycheck.
Sad news: He told me that if they garnished his paycheck that he couldn't spend (read: drink) any of the money and he wouldn't have to think about. Yup. He told me that he woudn't have to think about where that money was going or that he had a responsibility to pay child support.
More depressing news: At lunch today I worked out a budget of all my expenses. Even with the child support money, I can't afford to live on my own. After all of my mandatory bills, I have $803 left at the end of the month. There's no way I could afford a mortgage payment, home owners insurance, food, diapers, and clothes for Zac with that amount of money. I'm even now getting formula assistance from WIC (instead of milk, cheese, eggs, and cereal), but I still can't stretch the money that far. Until I get a higher paying job or my parents kick me out, I'll continue being a single Mom that lives with her Mom and Dad.
Maybe I could move into a really cheap apartment. They have some one bedrooms that go for $450-$500 a month, possibly find some cheaper daycare (although there is something almost ethically wrong with having to bargain basement shop for daycare - it's my CHILD people!), move closer to work to cut down on gas, quit the gym, buy only second-hand clothes, hand wash cloth diapers, or set up a tent in my parents' backyard as a form of pseudo-independence.
Yeah. Right. This depressing blog entry deserves a beer.