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trying…..trying…..trying…

It seems like everyone is struggling these days to make ends meet. Mine are waving at each other like old friends jogging towards each other on the beach. Cue romantic music. We’re in the home stretch as we wait on our income tax refund. I know some people wouldn’t publicly admit that, but if I’m one thing in this world it’s honest.

Moving into our new home was a HUGE financial strain, but the window was open WHEN it was open. The strain is getting to me though. This tax refund will pay off no less than 3 debts. Wow! Even I can’t believe it. It will then leave us with only 1 credit card debt and then our mortgage. Aside from that, debt free.

If I had to count how many times I’ve used the words “we just don’t have the money to…” to┬ámy husband and my kids in the last 3 months it would involve trigonometry.

On top of relieving us of some monthly payments, this will also be the beginning of our family garden. We’re dedicating 1/3 of our yard to a veggie garden. I plan on growing a ton of tomatoes, peppers, squash, herbs…and on and on. Then I’ll be canning as much of it as I can so that it will help get us through winter. I’m looking forward to the jars of homemade pasta sauce and salsa that will fill my pantry.

I lay awake at night dreaming of it. Seriously, I do. This is probably where my OCD comes in. I see a tidy and full pantry. My therapist wanted me to stop what he deemed was “food hoarding”. I refuse. I don’t consider it hoarding to want to be prepared. I need to know that if a rough month comes along, I can still feed my family. But, yes, it does cause an anxiety attack if I start to see bare shelves in my pantry or EITHER of my freezers. As a matter of fact, I plan on getting some of the freeze dried staples in big 5 gallon buckets.

Between my food hoarding, homeschooling, crafting, and large family size the only thing that keeps the feds from surrounding my home religious compound style is that I live in a subdivision. LOL