As the American economy collapses, it seems that my own personal economy is starting to collapse, too. I’ve lost one of the three children I babysit (and they still owe for a week’s worth of my service), and the marketing service I do work for from home (which makes up anywhere from 1/3 to 1/2 of my income, depending on the time of year) has been looking troubled for sometime. I’d be lying if I said I’m not freaked out. I am VERY freaked out. And I’m also a little upset at myself for feeling that way, since our needs always seem to get met, even if that means our standard of living is lower than we would like it to be.
There is one more implication to all of my economic madness that I shouldn’t forget to mention: if I’m not making money, I need to be putting my time into SAVING money. We’ve been pretty bare-bones in our expenditures for over 3 years now, so the only place I can do that is in our food budget. The things I call “conveniences” — disposable (vs. cloth) diapers, canned (vs. dried) beans, boxed (vs. made from scratch and seasoned) Mexican rice, store-bought tortillas and breads, breakfast cereals, meat in general — are all of a sudden being called into question. (Don’t worry, honey, I doubt we’d ever make the switch to cloth diapers — that’s a whole other blog entry.) I guess the food front is what I’m more worried about. Do I know how to be thriftier than I am? Why do I feel like such a failure sometimes?