I am flat broke. Flat busted broke. Not a penny to my name. Yesterday I scraped up every last penny I could find--the ones at the bottom of my bag, the thirteen cents by the door, the change in the console between the front seats of the car--and used it to buy $5.09 of gas so I could take KidThree to her appt with the psychologist. What a peculiar feeling. I don't even have enough gas in the tank to go to the hometown to ask the parents for help. I feel almost paralyzed from lack of options.
Friday I babysit BabyJ. Those checks are not drawn on a local bank, so I can't cash them except at my credit union, where my account is overdrawn, so all but about fifteen dollars would be eaten up clearing the overdraft.
The next IHSS check won't come for about six days.
KidOne should be able to keep us in milk and eggs for a few days; today is her payday.
I'm going back to bed now. I need to gather strength to try to deal with this day.