I gotta tell ya...

Last week I messed up. Ya see, the last two digits of my social security number is 65 (find the other 7 and you can exploit my credit. Good luck with that - my credit, not finding out my numbers). So with those digits, we received our stimulus check back on the 9th. Finally - those kids are paying off for us! :) However, on the 11th, guess which blog writer that you are currently reading forgot his checkbook?

As they say in sports "tomorrow is another day". Well, for honoring God, there is always a next Sunday, which by an amazing feat happened to arrive today. That's incredible! Also helps that your wife states "don't forget the checkbook". You almost can't botch it up. Almost.......

So we take in the stimulus check, my wife's paycheck and my own and it ends up being a heck of a giving. And one of the less painful ones as well.

Let me, here and now, mention that I married way over my skis. I got a woman that really cares and loves me and our kids, works her tail off when it is so very difficult for her, takes care of the house, keeps us organized and has a passion for God. She's the punk that lit our bottle rocket in religion. She completely busted her tushie last month and pulled in an amazing paycheck. Kath works in a school, but she doesn't work for the school. She's contract, which means that she earns when she works and makes nothing if she calls in sick. I'm not sure if she had extra work the past month or what, but that extra pay gives me a very relaxed feeling.

Yet, that same extra pay gives me the jibblies. With Kath being contract, and school not being a 12 month thing, we have 3 months to survive on my bi-weekly income alone. I really don't want her to work (for a number of reasons), so I am hoping to find a way to supplement my income so I can continue my promise to God.