Just back from DS's follow up Dr appt. I broke down and took him to a non AHCCCS Dr. (we've been to this Dr before and she is great I just hate paying out of pocket, even with the discount). Anyway DS is still sick. Not overly ill but still fighting the effects of scarlet fever from earlier this month, peeling skin and just plain old tired. She has no idea why he keeps getting fevers and puking.
His Asthma is acting up again due to the change in seasons.
*I* am convinced he is getting sick because the house we are living in is such a mess. I can not wait to move in 2 weeks.
I cant afford to move, but I can't afford to stay here... does anyone else ever feel lke that?
His Asthma is acting up again due to the change in seasons.
*I* am convinced he is getting sick because the house we are living in is such a mess. I can not wait to move in 2 weeks.
I cant afford to move, but I can't afford to stay here... does anyone else ever feel lke that?
) There is like one set of apartments that are about $100 a month cheaper and in an OK neighborhood, but I couldn't move now because I can't afford the Uhaul, deposit, breaking my lease, etc....
I am so effing sick of being poor. I can't stand it. Tonight DD fell asleep before DH got home, which meant that dinner was basically whatever DH and I wanted to eat. Since he came home at 8:15 tonight, we wanted something easy and simple to make, as we are both exhausted. DH wanted nachos, but we didn't have any tortilla chips in the house, but we had everything else. So off we go to the store, complete with a very upset, teething DS. Had to turn around halfway there because I realized that I had left the food stamp card in my backpack, not in my wallet in the diaper bag. Get home, DH grabs my backpack and we head back to the store. We get to the store, and go to get the food card out of my bag. Not there. I tore that bag apart. Not there. Not 
