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Pay Day

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After a recent change at my company my husband and I now get paid every Friday.  It is sort of like being in high school again with a weekly paycheck.  I’m thankful for the timing of the change b/c it has helped make this all feel more doable. 

We each get $200 per week out of which we have to pay for groceries for a family of six (I’ve made HUGE strides in grocery spending since the first of the year), gas and anything else we need for the week.  I’m getting pretty good at making it a game for myself–to see how long I can hang on to the full $200.  This little game has already made an impact on decisions.  I was in such a terrible habit of using the debit card and not keeping track of the many swipes.  My goal is to use whatever I have left at the end of the week and pay down debt…even if it is only 10 bucks! 

It has also been a great lesson for the kids.  In this world of debit cards they’ve grown up in seeing cash is somewhat unusual for them.  The 12-year-old hadn’t gone into a gas station to pay cash for a tank of gas before—and that was a great experience for him, the other kids and me!  All of the kids are at a great age to learn from our new spending habits. 

So, it’s Friday night and I still have ten 20 dollar bills in my wallet.  🙂


Passing Down Traits…

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After picking up my son, I arrived home tired from work last night. I schlepped off my formal work clothes and donned an oversized t-shirt, sweat pants, and fluffy pink slippers. Just thinking about making dinner was making me drag.

Baby boy started fussing a little, hungry for his dinner. I looked at him, smiled, and started asking him if he was hungry.

Asking him while singing in an opera voice.

I didn’t even realize I was doing it until about the fourth time singing, ‘AaaaaaAAAaaAAaaare you HuuuuUUUUuuuungry BoyyyyYYYYyyyYYY?’

I don’t sing opera. Um. Hubby would like to say I can’t sing at all. And before baby Cash was born, you wouldn’t catch me singing…ever. But here I was, standing in my living room, singing in an opera voice to my son.

And then I choked.

I have turned into my mother.

My whole life, my mother sang in an opera voice to children. I don’t think she’s capable of speaking to them, only singing. And I realized, I’ve picked up a lot of traits from my mother. That got me thinking, what traits will I pass to my children? I want them to be good, kind hearted, giving, etc. But what will they find themselves doing that says ‘I’ve turned into my mother!’? What stands out about me?

Will it be my goodness? My kindness? My giving?

Ha.

I have a feeling Cash will be standing in the snack aisle screaming ‘I WILL NOT buy you!!’ to the Lays potato chips when he’s thirty.

I’ve got to start being the person I want my son to become.

I may never shake the singing thing… but maybe that’s not a bad thing. It reminds me that tiny little eyes are watching.