I think we are reaching one, yes as I type. I have adored everyday I have been afforded as a stay at home mum of my two wonderful boys, but my oh my it has been hard. Not only mentally and physically with my health issues, but mainly financially and it looks like we have hit the wall.
We originally thought that we would manage on just one salary, but then illness came and smacked us in the face meaning that MadDad had to take unpaid leave to look after me and the children. We were daft we relied on our credit cards to pay the bills over those very hard and tough months and we got in to a pickle.
We are still in that pickle and even though I try hard as I can I just can not make the budget work anymore. What with two sets of school uniforms to pay for (done thanks to a car boot sale), clothes and shoes (yes the boys are growing at such a pace), swimming lessons, football lesson, school trips, cars to run and insure (yes I do need it, I have to look after mum as well as the boys and she lives in the next town and I live in a village that is even past the end of the train line).
We live a pretty frugal lifestyle. I manage to feed us all on £50 per week, subsidised by the wonderful veg in the garden, but it is just not enough.
So I guess the transition we are in it that I have to finally accept that I need to find a job and it needs to be a job which will cover the child care and help pay the ever increasing bills and you know what, it scares me. Yes for all the reasons I have blogged about before, but also for the fact that I didn’t have my children to leave them with other people. We never thought we would get in this pickle and it is killing me. I am crying on the inside and the outside and working hard at hiding it from the boys.
The fact is a magic job isn’t just going to appear, no one is going to come and offer me a great job writing for them whilst I remain at home. I have looked for evening jobs, but I live in an unemployment black spot and the council closed applications for a position last week when the number of CVs they received hit 1000, yes 1000!
Yes I am bitter and upset about it all. I have paid £13 in school trip money this month, just for Maxi and it is money I don’t have, but how do you say that he can not go on them. What really gets my goat is that Children on free school meals (we don’t qualify) get to go on trips free and this will all double with Mini stating in September too.
We fall in to a forgotten category of people, who’s mortgage is a chain around their necks, we are in a tied in deal and it is crippling us. Add to that massive gas and electricity payments, council tax, TV licence, phone bills, food, insurance, and then the dreaded credit card payments (how could we be so stupid).
I am happy to take advertising on the blog and do sponsored posts (within reason). I would love a small regular income from writing, as anything helps, but I am not sure it is going to be enough.
So I have bought the local paper, I am scouring the Internet, I have been in to Tesco’s and I am making an appointment to go to the job centre. I need a job.
This post is part of the writing workshop over at Sleep is for the week and inspired by prompt 4. Share your experience of a difficult transition. A moving ‘from’ to ‘something new’.