I am so not motivated what so ever today. I did not sleep well. So, I finally got my son’s social security number in the mail and finished M’s taxes. When I was finished, Turbo Tax actually suggested that we apply for food stamps. I was like, well okay. So I did. Kentucky has an online application which they have had but it
never worked quite right at all. So I was left printing out a paper application and mailing it before. They apparently fixed what ever issues were wrong with the online application. I filled it out. Yesterday a very nice lady called me from the food stamp office to do the interview over the phone. She is sending me some paperwork to fill out to verify some things and then we send it back and wait.
The waiting is what kills me. They have 30 days to decide our fate. I hate waiting. If we get the help we so desperately need it will be a Godsend really. Let me illustrate: M got paid on last Thursday. After paying the bills that were due, we had enough for $100 in groceries. Then M realized his bus pass was about to expire in 3 days, so that is $30. So that left us with $70 for groceries for 2 weeks. Two weeks because all of the next 2 paychecks have to go to rent. Which is due on the 1st.
So, after revinsing my list yet again to fit in the new amount we could spend, we still could not get somethings on the list that are kinda of important, like toilet paper. So, you see there is a real need here for help. In the past we were always told that M makes too much, hopefully with Jeff now eating regular food that will change. Keep your fingers crossed for us.
Jeff has taken to headbutting me when I tell him no. Sigh. I am not sure how to deal with this latest issue. I tell him no, but you know how well that works with a almost toddler. He definitely has the red headed temper! The weather here has been icky. I feel storms coming in, the pressure changes and I get headaches. Jeff also is sensitive to this, so of course he is not himself today either. Sigh. I am hoping to be able to get a new bed with some of the tax money. We so desperately need it. Maybe a king size so we all have more room and I will not wake up with fat lips anymore from my wonderful son who likes to smack me in his sleep. Right now he is pitching a living fit because I asked him to not touch the lap top that I am using. Sigh. Of course with this migraine I am rocking it is not helping that he is crying. ugh.
Well, I am going to run, I am on binkie patrol…