Oh god I bloody hate houses. Totally empathise with the whole house drama thing. Ours is a nightmare. We got an extension built shortly after we moved in but with hindsight used a terrible builder and it's given us no end of issues (and wiped out a mass of savings etc in the process). The whole house needs redoing more or less. Absolutely hate it. Sometimes I actually feel I'd be happier living in a static caravan.
Anyway... I've come on here for a moan. Not even particularly money related although I always spend when I'm in a down mood so maybe thrashing it out here might help me avoid that and go to sleep.
Don't even know what's wrong with me to be honest. Just stressed penny watching and trying to make sure everything organised for christmas and sick of Christmas now to be honest and just want it to be over.. and feeling guilty for feeling that way.
I've spent the last 3 days doing battle with crowds in the shops getting all kinds of bits from last min gifts to food stuff and I am worn out. Hard work pushing a buggy in and out of crowds and everyone is so fucking rude! I've really noticed people being rude this year more than ever. Drives me nuts.
Dh and I have faffed and faffed about over spending the voucher card I saved for from park and as I suspected due to inability to make decisions we ended up going into the city at the very last second to spend it resulting in a very stressful trip for everyone.
Tomorrow we are going to take the crappy pound land gifts I got dhs family round to his mums which I am feeling really stressed about because I think they will all sneer at us to be honest. I was feeling quite strong about the fact they make little effort for us all year round and we are broke so I haven't spent much and now I am feeling unsure and feeling worried about it.
On top of that my dad, who I haven't seen for 3 years and still gets my dcs names wrong, sent me a cheque for £80 and some gift vouchers (£50) and I sent him a card saying I'm sorry but things are tight and I can't afford anything. And now I feel really bad. And embarrassed. (He sent his before he received my card).
To top it off when I was feeling better about budgeting I put a deposit down on something for the end of January - a tattoo I have been planning for ages. This was ages ago now and the date is looming closer and the money I've saved towards it is being eaten up by Christmas spends I didn't anticipate like extra food stuff and a couple of presents I'd forgotten for dhs family for people that will be there. So now I only have £40 towards it and no idea how I will get the rest (£120 ish still to find, already paid £30). Not sure what to do. Part of my thinks I'm ridiculous for considering adding to the debt to do it (if I can't scrape it by the end of January by gift money or saving) but on the other hand I never ever go out, buy anything for myself, drink or smoke so this is the ONE thing I will probably do for myself this year. And I haven't been able to restrain myself from spending to save for it. I should never have booked it in the first place. I booked it when it was my birthday and I had birthday money floating about and I thought I'd use christmas money to do it but it's all been eaten up.
It doesn't feel very much like christmas right now. Dh and I are just worn out with all the worry and stress and just trying to do our best for the dc.
One saving grace is dd returned from her dad's with some amazing presents so hopefully the cheap ish ones we've got won't be so disappointing.
Gosh I sound so ungrateful and fucking miserable don't I. It's only 1 bloody day. Let's get it over with.