Well, I’m a little behind the eight-ball analyzing my spending. Took a while to recover from my Christmas trip home.
Let’s take a look.
Support : $690.67
Library take-home pay: $2797.85! Holy cow! That’s 3 paychecks plus a wellness bonus.
Substitute teaching take-home pay: $215.64
Trivia pay: $70
HSA reimbursement: $595.09
Christmas money: $550
Total money in: $4919.70
Rent and co-billed utilities: $1050.97
Renter’s insurance (quarterly): $33.50
Xcel (electric): $22.31
Cell phone repair: $86.18 (Plus parts–see below. I, uh, smashed it, and also it needed new prongs in the part where you plug it in. Now my Galaxy S3 is running great again. Total repair cost was about a hundred.)
Groceries: $187.99 (Low because we traveled at the end of the month)
Auto maintenance: $274.15 (My
#$@&%*!? windshield cracked. Also snow tire installation and a wash.)
6-month Geico bill: $489.42 (I have full coverage for my “fancy” car)
Miscellaneous kids: $29.92 (includes their allowances and a birthday party gift)
Kid clothes and shoes: $23.34
Kid health: $95.69 (Just the tip of the iceberg. This is a payment on a $547 chunk of bill and we got another from the hospital for $1500.)
Coffee shops and snacks: $12.12
“Out” entertainment: $45 (Did one of things where you drink wine and paint)
Frippery: $59 (haircut and razor cartridges)
Adult clothes: $26.44
Christmas presents and general festivity: $355.02
Miscellaneous shopping: $19.87 (About $15 was a new battery and screen protector for my phone.)
Uber to airport: $29.92
Salvation Army kettle: $2
Cat food: $26.90
Total money out: $3066.66
Well, it’s certainly nice to have money left over. But it seems to me that all the surplus came from extra money, so I still have a ways to go to be living comfortably within my means. January will be tight. I will have no subbing check at all (the sub paycheck runs from the middle of one month to the middle of the next, and winter break means I didn’t sub) and not all that extra money. I’ll have to hope I don’t have any “oopses” this month–if I can keep from smashing from cell phone, cracking my windshield, or letter either of my kids injure themselves, it might turn out okay.
I had intended to spend some of the Christmas money on “stuff.” But then I realized I was actually pretty close to being able to pay off my lawyer, so I just earmarked the entire overage for my “professional services” category in YNAB. I will liberate some more money from my HSA (by submitting receipts I already paid for) and set that aside for the bill as well. I have no emergency fund.
Bottom line: I got a little breathing room this month, but I’m going to be skating on thin ice until I get a full-time job.
This is a roundup of various success and failures I’ve had at home this month.
I went to open my bottom drawer and this happened.
Then I pulled it out, removed the clothes, and foolishly left it lying on the floor. Little Brother tripped over it and then it was in five pieces.
Now, it seems like this should have been an easy fix. Spread wood glue on pieces, reattach. But after I put on the wood glue, I had trouble getting the pieces to line up properly. They didn’t go back tightly enough and the drawer would not fit in the space. It stuck out halfway. Aaaand now the glue had dried and it was fixed in that shape,
Now, at this point more than one person suggested I should abandon the project. But I like that dresser. It is old and sturdy and fits the space well. Taller and the TV would be too high. Shorter and there would not be enough room for my clothes. Wider and there would not be enough room for the Christmas tree. Plus, it was already there and I didn’t want to devote hours of my life to selecting and purchasing a replacement and reorganizing my clothes.
So I turned once again to sfgate’s home guides. I ordered a package of glue syringes (specifically, Big Horn Glue Injector Kit, from Amazon)–who knew there was such a thing? They come empty. I used one to precisely squirt white vinegar at the glue joints so they would come apart. With ten or fifteen minutes of soaking, a little tugging and a little poking with a flat-head screwdriver, this was effective. I had 5 pieces again. (The directions I looked at called for drilling into the glue, but I did not find this step necessary.)
This time, I tested the fit before gluing. Then I used another of the syringes to sort of shoot glue into the joints with the drawer already assembled. I don’t know if it’s enough glue for the long term but it is holding for now. It fits into the space more tightly than before, but it does fit.
I am not sure why I thought a gathered skirt would look good. Because the instructions I was using (from Love at First Stitch: Demystifying Dressmaking) involved some things that were new to me, I made a sample first out of a curtain I bought at Goodwill. I did everything carefully both to practice my skills and because I thought it might come out wearable. I made and learned from a wide variety of errors while doing this, so that’s good. See below how dreadful I still am at attempting to finish a fabric edge by zigzag stitching, and see also where I managed to sew a zipper inside the waistband.
(Side note: A more experienced sewist told me that Tilly’s patterns are basically garbage anyway. I am not sufficiently knowledgeably myself to verify this.)
But once I had it all put together except the hem, I decided it was hideous and abandoned the project. I will find something else to do with the “real” fabric. Sunk costs: Less than five dollars and many skills learned.
I Made a Chalkboard
When we were married in 2001, the XFP’s stepmother made us a commemorative counted cross-stitch. She seemed like a nice lady (we met her only that once) and it was rather attractive as counted cross-stitch goes, and we dutifully hung it in our bedroom for 15 years.
I had been wanting to make a chalkboard from an old frame ever since I read about it in the Frugal Girl. So, no longer desiring a commemorative cross-stitch from my wedding, I disassembled the whole thing, removed and cleaned the glass, and painted it with chalkboard paint that I bought at Hobby Lobby. Glass chalkboard paint turns out to be kind of a pain to use as it had to set for four days(!), then be baked in the oven to finish. But eventually it was done.
I use it as a menu board. You may notice that Saturday has only an activity listed (who cares what’s for dinner? POPCORN NIGHT!) and Sunday was blank. It is not perfect. But I can talk to the boys while I fill it out about what our week will be like and when they will be at Daddy’s house, so it adds some nice predictability. The paint was about $4 and I have enough to do a little more glass if I wanted to.
The mistake I made was trying to use a regular sponge. The directions said to use a cosmetic sponge. I didn’t have any, so I tried using a kitchen sponge, which made for a very striated first coat. For the second coat, I used a foam paintbrush, which worked much better. In fact, it was a TOY foam paintbrush stolen from the children. I am not wild about the rippled texture but it doesn’t seem to do any harm. I am in general pleased with this project and I like the nice bright markers (which were about $5). Some people complain that chalk markers don’t erase well, but I am not having that problem so far.
What projects have you been working on lately? What are the results?
I’ll tell you up front that I ran a deficit in November. Happily, I was able to cover the shortfall with savings and anticipate a rosier December. Here’s how it broke down:
Support, minus my share of utilities for old house: $634.29 (this number excludes $183 that went to the XFP’s share of kid spending, which I do not count as either income or expense)
Library take-home pay: $1338.69
Substitute teaching take-home pay: $254.68
Christmas money: $200
Selling snow tires on Craigslist: $100
Total income: $2527.66
Home supplies and furnishings: $158.47 (includes an electric blanket for me, counter stools from Craigslist, and a variety of miscellany)
Laundry: $45 (still have several loads left on the card)
Bike supplies: $25.97 (I keep bleeding on this category! This is new tubes for me–3 for the price of 2–and lights for Big Brother’s bike, minus some Amazon credit I had lying around)
Car things: $1072.90 (Junkyard OEM wheels to put my snow tires on, plus I went $700 over my budget from the Frugal Patriarch)
XCel Energy: $17.45 (includes start-up charge)
Internet: $9.95 (OK, it’s slow and not that reliable, but I LOVE charity internet!)
Annual life insurance bill: $116 for $100K coverage
Groceries: $221.26 (Finally some improvement in that category!)
Gas: $62.65 (Because I absent-mindedly put a full tank of gas in my car right before I traded it in!)
Boys’ allowance: $9
Work childcare: $8
Kids’ health: $175 (That’s half of a $250 ER copay plus half of $100 in babysitting for the lady who came to pick up Little Brother while Big Brother and I stayed there until 2 AM. BB’s tongue is all better now but it sure was grueling. I expect a bigger bill later.)
Coffee shops: $17.18 ($13 below my average! Look at me showing some restraint!)
Sewing supplies: $17.44
Artificial Christmas tree: $39.14
Miscellany at Target: $16.48
Annual rec center membership: $221.40 (WOW that’s a good deal!)
Shredding at Office Depot: $2.97
(Note that the figures above do not include the ten thousand dollar gift which which I paid for almost all of my new car.)
Well, that’s a little alarming, a deficit of over eight hundred dollars. I had to just about drain all my savings categories. Obviously, having large car expenses was a major causative factor there. My earning power was limited by last month’s fall break (couldn’t sub) and a variety of ill-timed illnesses that fell on days I normally would have subbed or done on-call. I have sick leave at my regular job, but that wasn’t what I was missing. Ouch.
Fortunately, December is a three-paycheck month and the month in which I get my wellness bonus from my employer, so hopefully if I get my average hours-per-up before Christmas, I will be able to put on Christmas and still wind up in the black. And there are things I could have not skipped buying in November had I realized how short I was going to fall, so I think I’ll try more of a zero-based budget throughout the month. There is cause for caution, but not panic.
How was your November?
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The only way to learn how to manage money is to have some money to manage. That’s why my boys, who are now four and five, get an allowance (two dollars per week).
(While I certainly do not embrace Dave Ramsey wholeheartedly, I got some good ideas about managing allowances with kids from his book Smart Money Smart Kids. In my house, the connection between chores and allowance is looser, but hopefully enough that the boys get the idea that money comes from work..)
As a general rule, they waste it. That’s how they learn, I suppose. It does bother me when their spending creates waste, as when they buy junky little toys that break, so I often try to create learning opportunities involve them purchasing their own consumables (markers, tape, construction paper, bubble liquid–things with which they tend to be profligate). The past couple of weeks, we have come across a couple of excellent non-wasteful learning opportunities for little tykes and their money.
Or as Little Brother calls them, “Smith stores.” I popped into a large one recommended by
the XFP with quite a list of things I wanted for the kids and my new apartment, from “stock pot” and “ice bin” to “snow pants.” (All of which I found.)
It was allowance day and the boys went two different directions with their money. Little Brother bought one thing, a stuffed turkey from the Thanksgiving section. I think it’s meant to be a decoration, but he sleeps with it and kisses it and whatnot. He seems pretty satisfied with his purchase.
Big Brother bought a pre-assembled bag of Halloween nonsense, tiny decorations and party favors and whatnot. Well, at least it’s all pre-owned junk instead of new manufacturing. He managed to break one of the items before we even got home and hasn’t used or played with any of it. There’s a lesson for him here, although I suspect it won’t sink in for quite a while.
The Fall Festival
Their school had a PTO fundraiser. For a dollar, you could get four tickets and then use them to buy things like a turn in a bounce castle (two tickets) all the way up to a pumpkin you could paint (ten tickets).
I bought each boy 12 tickets, using their two dollar allowance for that week plus one extra dollar. Big Brother immediately ruled out pumpkin painting as too expensive and went straight to the low-cost bounce houses. He spent his tickets on the two bounce houses plus a trip through the Haunted House (eight tickets). Now, here I was stumped. See, Little Brother had spent five tickets on a balloon flower and did not have enough money left for the Haunted House, but Big Brother wouldn’t go through alone and I could hardly leave a four-year-old standing outside by himself. So I bought Little Brother some more tickets, figuring that Big Brother was of a better age to understand budgeting anyway. Actually “grace” is one thing Dave Ramsey talks about in the book; he advocates having your kids’ back sometimes (obviously not always, because then they would not learn that money is finite, but once in a while like this).
They were, unsurprisingly, terrified by the Haunted House. As we walked to the car, Big Brother said that next year, he would rather paint a pumpkin. He was reflecting on his spending choices and thinking about to extract more happiness per dollar–I’d call that a win for a five-year-old any day!
How do you teach your kids about money?
Thursday, I stopped by the courthouse on my way to work and finalized my divorce. The whole process was, despite the mountains of paperwork, surprisingly brisk. About four months from first serious discussion to finalization, and the hearing lasted all of twenty minutes. The judge commended us on our “professionalism” and the care with which we had filled out our forms, gave us some orders he had typed out based on them, and sent us on our way. I was at my post at the library when the doors opened for the day.
Now, that doesn’t mean that we have finished tying up our loose ends–far from it. Now that the XFP and I are officially separate legal entities, I thought it would be a good time to take stock of where I am financially–and some remaining pitfalls.
Frankly, disaster looms on this front. We had a contract. Buyers backed out fairly quickly–changed their minds about the neighborhood. Got another contract, cash from an investor, almost immediately, with a 21-day close. I moved out and signed a lease on an apartment. Then the investor changed his mind, too. (We got to keep $500 of the earnest money that time, which is better than a nail in the foot.)
We have both signed leases and have rent to pay, so now it’s a race to see if we can find another buyer before we default on our mortgage. Fingers crossed. We are getting a lot of showings and a fair bit of interest and we still have room to drop the price, so I am optimistic about our chances. Our arrangement calls for me to receive the first two thousand dollars of proceeds with the rest being split, so hopefully I’ll get a little money out of it.
Exchange of retirement accounts
We accidentally made a settlement that we can’t implement yet. The XFP agreed to transfer some of his 403(b) to me. However, he had borrowed against it, and so his bank will not divide it. I will need to monitor the XFP’s progress toward the loan; since all indications so far are that he is acting in good faith, I’m willing to be a little patient. (The plan is to pay it off with the proceeds from the house, assuming there are any.)
This is a big question mark. Can the almost 18-year-old Auto Paragon last a few more years if I sink some money in it? Is it reliable enough transportation for a single mom? It seems to be making a peculiar noise and the transmission could be going bad. I will bring it to Dave the Acerbic Mechanic for his assessment. If his opinion is unfavorable and the proceeds from the house are adequate, I might consider replacing it. (I am imagining something similar to the XFP’s 2008 Fit.) If he thinks a moderate cash infusion could keep me driving in reasonable safety (if not, by any stretch of the imagination, in style) for a bit, then I’ll have it fixed up.
Currently, it has bits of tape and cardboard and scraps of packing paper all over the floor, the ottoman is blocking the patio doors, my dresser is wedged unsatisfactorily into the children’s closet, and my daybed/the couch (thanks again, Grandma FP) is covered by a mismatched full-size quilt that I’ve owned for twenty years.
I’m working on it.
I’m also working (in the form of trying to save money and increase my earning power) on getting us a place to live, in the future, where I don’t have to sleep in the living room or go outside to do laundry.
Well, it could be worse. I have $600 in my HSA that I could access at any time (by submitting the receipts I have saved). My intention is to build this up as an investment instead, but it provides a little extra security.
According to YNAB, I hang on to each dollar for an average of 36 days before spending it, so I am not living on credit card float–pre-YNAB, I’m not sure I could say that. I have seven hundred dollars earmarked for paying the lawyer who helped me with my divorce paperwork and I may be able to add a little more at the end of the month. For good measure, the Frugal Patriarch* is, I hear, sending me a check to help jump-start my new life, and that will provide an extra cushion.
I also have nearly twenty thousand dollars in personal retirement savings, not counting the share I hope to receive from the XFP. It’s not much, but it’s more than nothing.
Lots of balls in the air. Lots of question marks. But I have a lease on an affordable apartment, a car that runs, and enough money to cover a couple of minor emergencies. That’s a start.
*AKA my grandfather. Yes, he refers to himself as the patriarch, and I am sorry if you do not personally know him, because he is a millionaire next door and master storyteller and just simply a great person to sit around with drinking wine and shooting the breeze.
Where do you stand this month? What are your looming question marks?
When I was a teenager, my older sister would sometimes ask me to do something with her–go to the mall, say–when no more-interesting company was available. “I have to do homework,” I would say. Somehow, twenty minutes later, I was always in the car going to the mall.
This story is by way of explaining why I had over $500 in travel expenses this month. I impulsively flew home to spend the weekend with my sister and middle nephew, surprise my mom (successfully!), and attend Sis’s 40th birthday party. It was a tad irresponsible, but, to quote Arlo Guthrie, “You can’t always do what you’re s’posed to do.”
Child support: $350
Spousal support: $383
Take-Home Wages: $1383.63
Dependent Care FSA reimbursement: $138
Selling stuff: $40
Kid reimbursements from the XFP: $116
Total Income: $2272.63
My half of mortgage: $837.67
Total housing and utilities: $1040.89
ATM fees (reimbursable) and divorce-related miscellany: $15.20
Bike maintenance: $82.31 (ouch!)
Apartment application fee: $50
At-Home Food: $283.78
Parking and transit: $29.50 (lots of extra bus tickets)
Total transportation: $68.09
Used bike for Little Brother: $50
Kid clothes and shoes: $74.51 (uniform pants, winter PJs and Halloween costumes)
Before- and after-school care: $73
The XFP’s share of things: $134 (some I have already gotten, some I will get on 10/20)
Doctor visit for LB: $98.36
Total kid spending: $429.87
Adult health (asthma meds): $165.88
Coffee shops and snacks: $33.79
Snacks at otherwise free Corn Maze: $12
Total entertainment: $64.01 (having the house on the market is still keeping this category high)
Haircut for me: $53
Clothes for me: $35.74
Misc. shopping: $8.99 (car charger for cell phone)
Total “me” spending: $96.78
Grand total spending: $2823.22
So, first I need to confess that I am confused about how much my shortfall is. YNAB calculates things a little differently because of the way money actually changes hands. See, I didn’t receive a check or spousal support or write one for the mortgage–the XFP and I just added up everything we owe each other and I wrote him a check for a couple hundred dollars, then I tried to reverse-engineer everything on here. YNAB shows a shortfall of more like two hundred dollars, as opposed to the over five hundred shown here. Hopefully this is something that will become more clear to me as I get the hang of how my monthly finances work.
Obviously, I can’t overspend myself every month. I had to shift around money that was earmarked for other things (eg, paying my lawyer), so refilling those stashes will be a priority next month. My before- and after-care charges reflect an increase in my hours that hasn’t shown up in my income yet, so that’s a factor as well–things should look better next month.
Considering the medical expenses and the amount of fun I had on the trip, I’m pretty satisfied with the month.
How was your September?
The XFP (as I have renamed him) and I, with our children, made up a basically middle-class household of four. We certainly had to watch where our money was going, but we could generally cover our own expenses. On the sliding scale that Denver Public Schools uses for preschool and kindergarten tuition, we were the third step down from the top (monthly income $5,964 to $6,758 for a full-day preschool tuition charge of $390).
Well, things have changed for me. As the head of a three-person household, I am objectively fairly poor (strictly as a measure of income). Remember that sliding scale? Well, we have slid right off the bottom of it. No tuition, no registration fee, no bills of any kind. Poor enough to get reduced-price lunch at school, not poor enough for food stamps. I will probably rent a one-bedroom apartment, because that’s what I can comfortably afford; the boys can have the bedroom and I will be sleeping in the living room.
I grew up in a comfortably middle-class suburban family, but I can remember my father waxing nostalgic about the efficiency apartment he and my mother used to cram into when they were teenagers, how they used to have lawn chairs for furniture. Looking back, this is one of the best things I learned from my parents: that being broke is a life stage to be passed through.
Now, maybe I already went through my broke-young-person phase once, but I’m not afraid to go back. Being willing to accept this phase in my life makes it much easier to cope. Easier to accept help. Easier to stop buying things when I run out of money. If I didn’t accept that this was just a temporary phase that I need to live in right now, I might want to pretend that nothing had changed, that I didn’t really need to adjust my budget or let people help me, and the short- and long-term result would be financial misery.
The interesting thing is how non-terrible this phase is so far. I have enough money for a nice and safe, if small, apartment; healthy food; and occasional treats. I will be honest: When my marriage was failing, I was frightened of this outcome–having to sell my house, sleep in the living room and sign up my kids for reduced lunch. Now that it’s here, eh, it’s not so bad.
I’ve lived a life of pretty exceptional privilege so far and am fortunate enough that I have had the chance to develop the skills and resources I’ll need to work my way up financially. Soon enough I’ll get more work hours, maybe a better job. I’ll get my feet under myself. And some day when my boys are much bigger, we’ll talk about that apartment we used to live in, where we used to curl up on Mommy’s bed in the living room to watch a movie.
Were there times in your life when you were “poor”? How do you look back on them?
I have never lived on my own. Mr. FP and I went directly from the sophomore dorm to our first apartment, the summer we were all of 19 years old. As I recall, we had camping chairs for furniture and a National Geographic map thumb-tacked to our living room wall for decoration.
At first, giddy teenagers in love, we did all the things together. Grocery shopping. Laundry. As the years went on and our domestic responsibilities increased and increased some more, we began to specialize. Laundry was all me. During times we had a yard, that was all him. He set up all the utilities, I arranged all the repairmen.
Well, he doesn’t live here anymore, and I’ve had to learn some new skills. Here’s how it’s shaking out.
Cutting the cat’s claws
Time involved: 5 minutes
Potential for mishap: Medium
I seem to have been left with Kitty Paragon. She is a nice cat and a devoted user of her scratching post, but nail-trimming was never my job. She cooperated reasonably well and only ran away once. However, when I first went to do the task earlier in the day, I couldn’t find her. Still don’t know where she was (she is strictly an indoor feline). I just waited until she turned up, after the tots were in bed.
Plunging the toilet
Time involved: 5 minutes
Potential for mishap: High
I had perhaps trimmed the cat three or four times in the years she has lived with us. Plunging a toilet, never. I am not proud of this, but the one time I attempted it, I became so distressed that I, umm, cried until Mr. FP came and did it. (Let the record show that I do not, EVER, personally clog toilets, but small children are luxuriantly profligate with toilet paper.)
Well, I’m not exactly sure what I did. I wrapped a towel around my person for protection, plunged ineffectually a few times, and eventually it seemed to get better even though I’m pretty sure I wasn’t doing it right.
Using the trimmer
Time involved: 3o minutes
Potential for mishap: Very high
The actual lawnmower I don’t mind. Our yard is small and mostly dead and we have one of those manual push mowers, so there was no gasoline involved. But I made a hash of the trimming. I invariably either exposed bare dirt or failed to actually trim anything. Mr. FP’s instructions consisted solely of “cut the grass, not yourself” and the few YouTube videos I watched were not very illuminating.
Time involved: 3o minutes
Potential for mishap: Low
Our marital vacuum was a Hoover Runabout that we had owned since 1999 and had never even needed to replace a belt. They don’t make Runabouts any more. I was sad, but it seemed fair for Mr. FP to have it since in our sixteen years of cohabitation, I vacuumed perhaps eight and a half times. I went to Goodwill and researched the models on offer there. For ten dollars, I bought a well-reviewed one that was, at that particular moment, running but not actually sucking anything.
It just needed a new belt (which was entirely missing) and filters. I wonder how many vacuums wind up at Goodwill just for lack of routine maintenance? At any rate, I got it working with a little help from Amazon Prime, but vacuuming does not come naturally to me. I can never figure out what places I’ve already vacuumed and I run into things and get the cord stuck and just generally flail around ineffectually. The carpets looked like they had been vacuumed, however ineptly, and I suppose I will improve with practice.
Well, so far, so good for the most part. I have not had to outsource any tasks that Mr. FP customarily performed, and I feel like a more completely rounded adult human. I can do All The Things. (Incidentally, I’m sure Mr. FP is having many of the same experiences but with different tasks. The children always seem to be wearing freshly laundered clothes, for instance.) In the future, should I be in a relationship again, I won’t have to do All The Things, but it will be nice to know that I have the capabilities.
What tasks have you taken on? How did it go?