mostly. A bit of it is still left. Today BabyJ's mother told me she is cutting down her work hours and will need me only one morning a week instead of two. That will make money a little tighter, as that is one-third of our spending/grocery money each week. That sure gives me extra incentive to keep plugging away at the appearance of this place to make parents comfortable with it. I'd like to be able to post another Craigslist ad next week, after a few more days to work around here. And money will be a little less tight when KidFour leaves, as she is quite costly to have around.
Sigh. . . .
I wish it weren't always about money, but really it always boils down to that. I was able to sell several things on eBay through a franchise but don't have much left that is of any value at all (except the Kids, and my understanding is that selling humans is still against the law, no matter how annoying those humans might be). There are the two cameras, a Nikon and a Rollei, but I want to keep those for KidThree. She loves taking pictures and I'd like to find a way to have her learn how to do more than just have fun with her camera phone. Maybe there will be something available through the University Extension. Note to self: check that out. I also have a set of books that is worth a fair bit, over $1,500 if I can trust other prices I've seen online, but I do so love those books and they are absolutely irreplaceable. Those don't go unless we will be homeless otherwise. So, nothing left to sell that would bring me any money.
The air conditioner here is not very good. It manages to take the edge off the extreme heat but that is about it. We certainly don't 'cool off.' We definitely will need more fans. Maybe in another week. My birthday is in about two more weeks--maybe someone will give me money. Probably the parents will send a little, but the two siblings I'm friendlier with are the broke ones; the other two don't share this way, not even when one of my kids gets shot and paralyzed or when I take in another kid who is related to all of us. (I've noticed that other times, too: for example, after KidThree had recovered a bit, she was down quite a bit of weight. Getting shot in the stomach will do that for you. I sent out a request to siblings and and several family friends, asking for donations of clothes/pajamas/lingerie because I couldn't afford to replace an entire wardrobe at once, and KidThree had almost nothing that both fit and was suitable for her new existence. The only two who responded were the two with the lowest incomes. One hit her local thrift shop and the other managed a pair of brand-new, brand-name pajamas.
Okay, I'm bitching again. Sorry. Now I have to go prepare some freshly baked goods for KidThree and KidFour. Yes, I bake to order. One of the main reasons they all put up with my occasional crankiness and bouts of self-pity.