Six and a half years. That’s how long it has taken us to completely recover from a Chapter 7 bankruptcy. We now have credit scores comparable to our peers who never declared bankruptcy. This is a post in which I bare all, with Jared’s permission, about the taboo bankruptcy stuff. Left to my own devices, I do not manage money well. Even now, Jared takes all my cards—credit and debit—
These feet belong to a Kindergartner. They aren’t baby feet anymore. The first day of school is tomorrow. And with that, here is the end of Summer Break 2019. This is all a happy thing to this mom. It means no more PJ Masks or Puppy Dog Pals for hours on end. It also probably means evenings of a cuddly Oliver. I was looking back at how far we’ve come.
Oliver turned five a week ago. This precious baby is no longer a baby. Jared took snickerdoodle and sugar cookies to O’s classroom and we had a family party. Six balloons courtesy of Grandma and Grandpa are still in his room. I started an antidepressant about three weeks ago. I decided to stop fighting the acknowledgement the fact that I have turned into an utter mess, and try to do
We have a full schedule of activities this Fall. Porter is in seventh grade, Liam is in fifth grade, and Oliver is in Pre-K. Porter has band (he plays saxophone) and he also has soccer through the city rec. department. He has also applied for the school VEX team. Porter also wants to do an additional band program where they play at eighth grade football games. Porter is in all