As usual, my desire to give to my family out-stripped my ready funds. Spend more than I planned, but at least there are wrapped gifts under the tree. And it was a bit… challenging, since Mom and the Kidling were with me. We all had our phones, so after a slight consultation, we went our separate ways in Walmart. Twice, the Kidling and I crossed paths, and it was almost comical the way we didn’t look into each other’s carts. Kidling had a set budget… and came in under her limit. I wasn’t thinking, and blew my paycheck completely. Ah well, I keep saying I need to quit smoking. Mom had a bad experience. She thought she had most of her shopping done, including something for me. Only when she was leaving the store, someone knocked into her, and the bag slipped. The gift broke, and they didn’t have another in stock. She actually cried on the way home. I told her we have the important stuff: each other. And we will be together Christmas Eve. ALL of us, since it’s a Sunday this year, and none of us work on Sundays. Kidling and I are going to teach M. how to make pirogi. This aught to be interesting!
So, next week’s paycheck is already at least half gone: I need minutes on my phone, and I need to pay the premiums for me and the Kidling (health insurance). And we will need food. Momma Wolf’s cupboards are nearly bare, bar the stuff for Christmas Day dinner.