My first PT conference
I thought parent-teacher conferences were for middle schoolers at the very youngest. But seems preschool teachers are aching to get in on the act. Who knows what we’ll talk about-how often lil’ pill picks his nose I guess-but I have been summoned to go and go I shall. I don’t know whether to bring up the separation thing or not; I’ll just play it by ear most likely.
All my talk about Herbie and I’m overdrafted in the bank. I understand how this keeps happening-I’m just not paying close enough attention. I wrote a check for 2 wks. of school instead of 1, and Mr. A is refusing to “bail me out” by coughing up the $110 for the week he was supposed to pay (but I paid). I don’t think he’s caught on yet that the school fees fluctuate depending on the weeks in a month, but he will soon find out as the school bill is his responsibility from now on out! He did renege on the amount we agreed upon if we divorce…as I knew he would. I didn’t think, when really called on it, that he would be so generous as to “set me up on easy street” as he so nicely puts it. Although I’ve never counted on his money, it will certainly make life much much easier, so I’m hoping he will be honorable.
I’ve got all the utilities set up at my new place. I even got my drivers license changed and have asked everyone for help moving on Saturday. I’m excited and fearful but so grateful for this opportunity. Can ya tell I’m ready to fly? Plus, I found that I can get free legal advice, plus a 20% discount if I choose to go for the big “D”, from a lawyer participating with my insurance. I had to cancel my next appointment with TSB, as she doesn’t take my insurance. I’m sure the therapist participating with my plan will be very nice, but it makes me kind of sad to have to part with TSB solely for money reasons. Ah well! Such is life.
I think I’ve come up with a good savings plan, at least on paper. And a decent plan for repairing my credit. But we shall see how that all pans out.
The weather is turning colder here, and it feels more like Christmas every day. I don’t exactly know what to do with myself, feeling the sense of freedom and also the total responsibility for lil’ pills emotional well-being, and the looming sense that I had better get smart about money or I’ll be in deep doodoo. Overall though…I’m grateful and at peace. Can’t ask for a better present than that.
