Abby and Jill are sitting at McDonald's with me this morning because we have nothing else to do to kill time for an hour after. They are hungry so I negotiate a deal with them to get a sandwich, and only get a cup for water. I sit there and watch them eat. Jill leaves her biscuit behind, so I snatch it off the paper and eat it. For the first time in months, Abby wonders why I don't eat with them at McDonald's, and also warns me that I am going to get sick if I keep eating and drinking their stuff behind them. She is right, I shouldn't, they have been coughing all weekend. I tell her that I really don't have any money for this food endeavor but I am not going to turn them down when they are hungry, so I cut corners and don't feed myself and clean up after them. I tell her we are being cost effective this way but she knows I am blowing smoke up her ass.
This is how the term "brokeweek" came into the Vincent family vernacular in 2017. We spend 106% of what we earn every month. I wish the bank site was wrong when it calculated that number, but it is spot-on.
This feels like a whiny ass post, Who am I kidding, it is. I get that. Some people have it way worse than me. Just reflecting on life as it is now, I hope that some day I can look back on these times and appreciate what we got through. I hope we end up in a better place.
