Huzzah. Because we got smacked in the face with a $600+ maintenance bill, last week, we were out of ready money until today. Which meant surviving off of skerricks from last week's cash that I still had in my wallet.
It's do-able. I've done it before. I've dipped into the Kitty1, and my fun money sometimes. I've even frisked the couch for enough to buy a meal. I have never and will never take my kids' money. I'd rather starve.
It's do-able, but it is by no means fun.
Fortunately, we didn't need that much. Hooray. I just kept Miss Chaos in strawberries and Mr Mayhem in cheese cubes and all was well. It's just that the current embuggerance is that we don't know when the payday money actually enters our account. In order to play it safe, I'm doing my withdrawing and shopping this afternoon.
It's times like this that I'm very glad we have half a cow in our freezer. Well. Had. We're down to fatty mince, a roast or two, and soup bones. Oh, and some silverside, which I'm planning to slow cook in a keto-friendly corning recipe. Loads of vinegar, peppercorns, and cloves, and no actual sugar.
That's for a later date though. Tonight's a pot roast with broccoli and carrots. And last night... I managed a lovely cottage pie. Mashed cauliflower instead of potatoes, and all was delicious. The whole family wiped it out inside of 24 hours. There's just one serving left for me and I plan on devouring it soon.
Derp news: I forgot I was writing this and hadn't published it before I got into my Instant story. Duuuurrrrrp...
In our case, that's a tin that the extra loose change gets dumped into until full. When full, it is counted and used for something nice. ↩