Monday, February 27, 2012

Friends and Finances

I've sat down to write this post quite a few times. It's impossible to not sound crazy and conceded so forgive me.

Finances is one of those things you just don't openly discuss with every person you talk to. Danielle and Kelly could ask me the exact number in my bank account that second and I would gladly tell them. There are other people who I'd be embarrassed to tell them or others who I would feel guilty for telling them. Then there are those people who you could care less what they think of your money yet you never say exact numbers.

For a few years I stressed over how little money we had. One day I woke up to realize my bills were paid, there was a roof over our head and food on the table, why in the world was I stressing? I'd be lying if I said I didn't want more money than we have. I'm guilty of liking the finer things the world has to offer. Ritz over a Hilton and Coach over Target bags. I get it honestly from my mom.

When we say that we are broke, we aren't. If our checking account gets lower than $2000 we consider our selves broke and stop spending as if we had money. It's how I have always been. It's almost like putting a cap on your bank account. It's worked for us. Ryan is stingy with his money and very cheap. He would go through hoops to save a few dollars. Where as I go out of my way to spend more than I should. {Not really but I swear there could be a sale on something until Friday and I'd buy it on Saturday} But I am also the laziest person in the world and sometimes don't leave the house for 2-3 days not spending a dime. We have honestly made some smart financial decisions. My husband doesn't trust me on these decisions until it does work out but I am very good with these things. When I sold my Pacifica while he was in the field I thought he was going to kill me. He did not think it was smart, thought I should keep the car and some how shove 3 kids in it. I however knew what I was doing. We paid off the car, sold it 2 weeks later and he deployed 2 months later. I then drove his car for 9 months while he was deployed. Someone said that buying the Yukon XL wasn't practical and not a good decision. I have 3 kids who are all in carseats. I take a double stroller everywhere I go. We are moving 4 hours from family and need the "luxury" {dvd player/tv}things my car has to offer. I'm pretty sure the car is practical in my life. I squished 3 kids in the Charger for 4 months to be able to get the exact car I wanted. I wasn't willing to give in and get a car I didn't love. I love my car and the car payment is only $300 for 36 months. Reasonable if I do say so my self.

People can say they aren't jealous of the things my family gets but it's clear to me they are. I too use to be jealous of things other people had. It took me a long time to over come that jealousy. All people have financial highs and lows. Our husbands could have the exact same job but our incomes can still be different, as well as our tax return. It's a fact of life. Everyone is different. It's what makes the world such an interesting place. So my point of writing on this topic is to say there's no sense in ever being jealous of me or in fact anyone. EVERYONE will struggle physically, mentally or financially at some point in their lives. Be grateful for the things you are blessed with rather than gripe over the things you can not have.

Hey were homeless and were doing okay. ;)

Thursday, February 9, 2012

Life as a Homeless Family

This week has flown by as I expected. Tomorrow is already Friday. We have had ups and downs and melts downs of all sorts but we are getting better. The girls are getting use to being here and knowing that Grandma and Paw Paw go in and out and screaming isn't always necessary when they leave. I'd love to say they don't ever do that but that would be a lie. The girls have more energy than they have ever had in their life. Kylie is use to being at school and Delainey just follows every footstep her sister makes. The chaos in the house when we are all home is insane. No wonder they all leave during the day and leave me here alone with the crazies. Bentley is teething and the biggest pain in the butt right now. Where he is still so sweet and smiley he just is not having life right now. He cries all day long and just wants to eat as often and as much as possible at all times. I thought he didn't sleep before but jee willakers he has NOT slept since we got here. I take that back, he has not slept at night since we got here. He has been napping for 3 hours every morning but only on the blow up mattress. I'm thinking I will buy a blow up mattress when we get a house and see if he sleeps!

The main struggle for being at Grandma's all the time is finding things to do that don't destroy the house but keeps them occupied. Tuesday the girls were running around like they chugged red bulls. I finally asked if they wanted to help me clean. {They love to help clean. Weird.} So I got them each a bucket and rag and they washed the base boards. You'd think that would be some sort of punishment but they loved it. I didn't have to keep a constant eye on them and they were so excited to clean Grandma's house. And lord knows with my 3 kids and a ginormous lab her base boards needed a good scrub.

Ive come to realize I have nothing better to do during the day than clean the house. I've tried my hardest to help out while my Mom is at school so we aren't being as big of a burden as I know we are. I think my sister has a love hate relationship with us being here. She loves that while we are here our vegan mother makes real dinner that consist of more than twigs and berries. She hates that we all gang up on her for leaving things all over the place. And she loves that I am a fast food junkie who will smuggle in soda and fries.

The other day Mom told us we were having Salmon burgers. Bailey {my 15 year old sister} and I looked at each other and said, "Hmm Chick-Fil-A?" Poor Dad had to whisper into her ear to tell her he wanted a large Dr. Pepper too. Which I just gave away his secret that I'm his supplier of soda. It's like they've been deprived for so long and now they have someone to help them bring in the bad stuff so they're taking full advantage. I put Dr. Pepper in the fridge and I'm almost positive there's  only one left.

Ryan has been in his awesome apartment. {That's sarcasm, I'm afraid of it.} His first day of PT with his Marine's one of them broke an ankle. Way to go dear. The next PT he did out of 8 people 4 of them puked. Really love? The man is not human and has no idea how fast he can run. His 3 mile is shorter than my 1 mile. But so far he is enjoying his unit and the people in it. No complaints yet that I know of. Well besides the "slow civilians" that weren't giving him his gear. I believe he will be coming here for the weekend and next weekend he has a long weekend so we will most likely be visiting him. By then it will be mid February and we will hopefully get the call about a house!

Monday, February 6, 2012

Moving, or Should I Say Lack of?

Well our move to Camp Lejeune was a big Fail with a capitol F. When we packed all of our stuff up we knew there was no guarantee of a house. My husband and I were never stressed and just said we would eventually figure things out.

Monday morning I woke up to realize NOTHING was packed. I had no boxes and was almost out of tape. I am always organized and prepared for these things. Why on earth I was not on my game this move I have no idea. I started to freak out while Ryan went to pick up the truck and I was left packing things. His friends showed up and by the time he got back with the truck everything was already in the drive way ready to load. My husband asked me the question, "Is there any order you want this packed?" I really did not care where boxes were placed in the truck but little did I know that me not having a preference made them think throwing things in was okay.

Tuesday early morning Ryan set out with the Uhaul and Charger in tow. That poor car has been on the back of a Uhaul far too much. This time resulting in a scratched rim. I eventually rolled out of bed and packed my Mom's little midget car with as much as I could. I met my sister who took Bentley for the week. Supposivly so we could move in. Ryan went to housing that day and was told we were third on the list and they didn't think it would even be 3 months. Our original plan was to get an apartment for 3 months. However after the way housing acted we didn't want to be stuck in a lease of any sort. So we then got a hotel room on base and started the search for furnished vacation rentals or an apartment that would rent month to month.

No such luck finding anything on Tuesday. Wednesday we still had the uhaul full of our stuff. We finally just decided to at least get a storage unit and return the Uhaul. I tried my best to put things we need in the front and things like furniture towards the back. Now unpacking the Uhaul was the most frustrating part of the whole thing. I had 3 fragile boxes that said "Do NOT stand up" on them. What do you know they were ALL standing up. Where I am grateful to of had people to help, seriously dummies you learned to read in kindergarten! I don't know yet if the things in those boxes made it but as soon as we get in a house I will have some boys to yell at if things got broken.

Thursday I stopped by the vacation rental place that everyone told me about. Out of over 500 properties they had ONE in our price range. I went to look at it and decided its all I would find and put in an application. Then I get a call saying if I didn't rent it for over 91 days the price would increase. After asking to how much they said they had to ask the owner first. Funny I still haven't gotten a call back. Luckily I gave up on them.

Friday I called every apartment complex in the 45 mile radius to see if they had a courtesy apartment and if it was open. Not a dang thing. Finally at 6pm I called the one apartment I knew would do month to month to find out the actual prices. Quite a few people had told me about this place but after looking at the pictures online I knew I couldn't handle living there. Ryan on the other hand is happy any where that isn't a fox hole. He was up for the idea and got a one month lease. Upon signing this lease he was asked to sign a lead paint waiver. Now you all know I'm not spoiled and that place was gross.

So the kids and I are at my Mom's as of now. We plan to visit Grandma Janet and Aunt Chrissy (Ben and Megan too of course) some time soon as well. If you want 3 screaming non sleeping kids to visit let us know. I'm sure my mom would enjoy her house back for a few days.

On a side note, the houses we are waiting on are gorgeous. The school is brand new, in walking distance, and also a preschool. I can imagine it will be perfect for our family and can't wait to get the call saying when we can move in!