Personal Growth
Facing The Firing Squad
Life sucks sometimes. Especially when you aren’t fully prepared for its suckiness. I have never really hidden the fact that money is and has been a bit of a struggle. Partly because I didn’t work for 4 years, to stay home with the kids, and because we are both spenders. Which is not a good combination. Ideally a couple should be a balance of a spender and a saver or even better, two savers. I have never been good with money. Well, I take that back. I have always been really good at spending money and I have learned over the years, that I use spending like I do food as a comfort for some deeper issue. I’m working on it slowly and I think that I am beginning to break through. We’ll see.
So, money is always an issue, especially since we have committed to stop using our credit cards–which was a our go to for so many things that we didn’t need and shouldn’t have bought. But, I can’t go back, I can only go forward. And we have created budgets and are working on a cash-only basis and seeing how that works. It will be a long road until we are debt-free (can only dream of the day the student loans are paid off–in 2040). We are tackling our credit cards at this point and it would certainly be easier and quicker if we weren’t sending our kids to private school. We toss the idea around, but I cannot and will not sacrifice their education. I will sacrifice vacations and other spending before I decide that we can’t afford to send the kids to private school. We make enough to still be able to get out of debt in about two years with the kids in private school, if we really lock down our spending.
We had a plan and we were feeling optimistic. Then, I filed our taxes. This was the first year we didn’t have an adoption tax credit to use and oh yeah–I went back to work and that pushed us up a tax bracket. We got hit with a huge tax bill, penalties for not paying enough, AMT for making too much but not enough money. I was floored because we couldn’t come close to paying the tax bill. I know we are grown up and I’ll be 40 this year and it is depressing to think that we didn’t have enough saved in any capacity to pay for this tax bill. But we don’t. We should. We don’t. And it makes me depressed, angry, sad, and foolish.
I had to call my mom and tell her what we owed and that we needed the money. I am lucky to have someone to help bail me out at my age. It sucks like you can’t even imagine. It made me feel like a teenager again asking for extra money to go out because I spent all of mine. She was understanding but also had some words to say that I needed to hear. We spend our money on things that are silly and that we don’t need. We spend too much money on the kids and buying stuff for them and we live beyond our means. This is true and not. We live within our means if we didn’t have debt, but we do and that just screws it all up. We think about how much money we can spend as opposed to how much money we could save, etc. We need a new outlook and to make a severe money mindset change. Hubs and I make too much money for this to be the case and it is time that I start to respect myself more to realize that money can’t buy me anything that I feel my life is missing and that just because I want something doesn’t mean I get to buy it.
I am trying to teach that to my kids, but how can I expect them to learn it, if I haven’t? Life sucks sometimes. But, I’m an adult who is a year away from finishing her PhD. It’s time I got my shit together and started behaving like it and not like a spoiled little child.
Accept and Appreciate
It’s really easy in this world of excess to want it all and to envy those who seemingly have it all or at least who have more than you do. I’m working hard at accepting where I am and appreciating what I have regardless if it is where I want to be or what I want to have. It’s hard to do but for me and my husband and our kids it is super important that we start really looking at and talking about what is important and what really matters.
I really started thinking about it this week as the kids began their barrage of wants for Christmas and I looked at the laundry pile (it would shock you–I’m not kidding) and all the clothes left in drawers. I am an over-consumer. I might single-handedly be keeping the economy in my little town for tanking completely. It’s really time to live more simply. It’s going to be hard. I admit it. But Noah is getting to the age where he is beginning to expect a certain life-style and it is time to change it before it is harder to turn back.
We’ll see how it goes. But I am beginning to accept and appreciate more. That’s a step.
My Dirty Little Secret
I am coming clean here–no pun intended (okay maybe a little). I am HORRIBLE housekeeper. Horrible might even be an understatement. I am pretty sure that it is. It isn’t that I like a messy house–because I hate it–I just don’t seem to be able to organize my house in a way that makes it easy for me to keep it clean. It not just this house but every place I have lived. I love it when my house is clean and organized–but that doesn’t last long. I just can’t seem to keep it up. I won’t make excuses–like I have two active kids, work 3 jobs, etc. because this was not always the case. I look at photos of other peoples houses or visit other peoples houses and I am often so jealous that their houses are so organized and clean. Then depressed I return to mine and it seems to overwhelming that I don’t know what to do.
I am a pack rat. I have a hard time throwing things away and this in turn makes keeping an organized house. But I am at a point now of being almost 40 that I am sick and tired of having a messy house. A house that isn’t one I’d like to have people over to. A house that is a little embarrassing. But I don’t know where to start. It’s pathetic and hard to admit.
I want to set a good example for my kids and teach them how to be organized and clean. I just don’t know how to start. How to begin to organize. How to start throwing stuff out.
How do you keep your house clean and organized? Help me out.
Tired Of Being A Student
I know that no one is making me go to school. It is something I have chosen for myself and I am proud of my accomplishments. I was the first in my family to get an advanced degree and will be the first with a PhD and chances are good that I’ll be the only one in my family to have one–until one of my kids decides that they to want to avoid those irritating student loan people.
The problem with being a student is that I am old. I want a career–I am done with jobs. Because that is all I have right now–jobs. I don’t want to teach English at the community college level for the long term. This summer could very well be my last semester doing that. I enjoy supervising student teachers and that certainly is closer to what I want to be doing with the rest of my life. But I am tired of explaining to everyone that I am a student. It wouldn’t be bad if I had a full-time job that I did and when folks asked what I did, I could tell them. I just feel that I am at the place in my life when I should have a career. Let me rephrase that–where I WANT a career. I want to be working full-time somewhere. I want to be making money and not having to work 3 jobs to make ends meet with private school tuition and debt payments.
I want to feel like a grown-up and right now I don’t. I spend much of my time with students and young students. I have approached my boss about turning my assistantship into a full-time position. It is something that desperately needs a full-time person doing it, but I am ready to be working towards something. Now this is also not my dream job, but it is an administrative position that will certainly help me later on if I ever want to work in university administration–say being a Dean of something. It is academic enough that I will have time to research and still publish and do some of the other things that are important to me–supervising student teachers, etc.
I plan on finishing my course work in the Fall of 2010 and then it is just comps and dissertation. I look to graduate in December 2011 or May 2010. I know that is still a long way away, but it is so close to the end that I can taste it. I am ready to be the teacher and cease being the student. I am ready to move on with the next phase of my life that seems to be happening even though I am still stuck in this student phase.