When Little Green was just four months old, I left my full-time job to be a stay at home/freelancing mom.
It seemed like the right thing to do at the time – I was pumping at work (in a “library” room without a door) and she wasn’t really taking well to the bottle, my husband was her full-time caregiver and wasn’t happy and also couldn’t get his own work done, and I was just really wanting to be home with my baby.
Then she started missing milestones, got a diagnosis of cerebral palsy, and changed my entire path.
But you know this, probably, by reading my blog. It’s the story I tell often.
The best laid plans….am I right? I am. I’m right.
I truly want to update this blog two times a week. But real life keeps intervening. I hope you will continue to check in with me as I figure out my journey this year.
Here’s what’s up…
OK, back on track. Here’s part one, and now I’ll give you part two of the money story.
I have been desperately trying to contribute financially to my family for years. But I have a few limitations that turned out to be more serious than I ever thought.
Let’s talk about money. What’s more fun than that? (I started this post before the glimmer of hope that was the job interview I had last Wednesday, but not much has changed, really.)
I was absolutely brought up to think that money discussions were private and not to be shared. That money is shameful. That you should only spend your money on certain specific items and not others. But I am going to say fuck that. I’m not asking for help, and I’m not asking for pity, but I am going to try and share with you some thoughts on a topic that I was taught not to discuss. Because thoughts about money consume me. And this is my fucking blog so I’m going to write about it.