Peter and Paul

I got up this morning and began my new routine. 

What can I do to stretch the budget today?

So I returned the slacks I no longer need to help pay for the oil change and windshield wipers I do need.

This robbing Peter to pay Paul is not totally new to me. I grew up that way. My Dad was a teacher who had as many jobs on the side as he could fit in so he could keep the family afloat with all of our medical bills. By the time I was a senior in high school we had moved back to my mother's hometown because housing was less expensive and she could also work for her mother's business.

I wasn't excited about moving my senior year, but small town U.S.A. definitely sounded better than my Dad's other option, which was to move to Australia to teach. They were willing to pay to relocate us if he would go. Now I kind of think that might be nice, but not back then.

Due to my own stupidity I am back juggling money the way someone might juggle eggs. I'm afraid I will drop one and everything will be a mess.