The journey starts...

So, at the moment the situation is this:


I spend most of my time wondering how on earth I'm ever going to make enough money to have the kind of life I feel I might deserve, and the kind of life I feel my daughter definitely deserves. She is two and a half and a little whirlwind of mess, stress, talking scribble and loveliness. She can send my mood from black to sunny with just one little cuddle or funny comment, or she can send it careering in the opposite direction because she has inherited my attitude. MY ATTITUDE ON A 2 YEAR OLD?! ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!


I work two days a week doing an average office-salesy type job. I quite enjoy it to an extent, but there are times when I'd rather not have to go, obviously. The rest of the week I look after Mini Me, which involves swimming lessons, walks, splashing in puddles, seeing friends, playing in the park, potty training, dealing with tantrums, stressful food shopping trips and driving backwards and forwards to see my parents or take the other half to work, doing all of the washing and washing up, amongst other things. In my "spare time" (and I use the phrase loosely) I am trying to earn myself a little bit of extra cash by writing. My other half and I will freely admit we are crap with money, and it's a bit like it is the uncomfortable stone in the very beautiful shoe I am wearing for my/our journey...


Mini Me spends some of the weekend, most weekends with her Dad, which gives me a bit of a break - I like that. I get some time to be weekend me (a very different species to Mummy me). Although I do miss her, and it's usually doubly as stressful when she comes home as she behaves like a spoiled brat and seems to have forgotten every ounce of potty-training I have given her. For example she just wee'd all over the chair in her bedroom. 30 seconds after I'd asked her if she needed the toilet. For crying out loud.


I have amazing friends. I have never in my life been lucky enough to have friends as close as I have now, I love them completely and don't actually know what I'd do without them. They're mad in their own special little ways, they have their quirks and even some mental issues (in my professional opinion) but I love them just the same. I'll introduce you to them properly at a later date.


The Mr (as he shall be referred to), is a handful to say the least (he is the first to admit it.) He is a big ball of crazy with more emotional baggage than most people I know. He is also the kindest, funniest and most loyal man I have ever met. We have a lot of common interests, we have a lot of fun together. We also have a lot of ups and downs and tiffs and at times he is the biggest pain in the ass you could possibly imagine. But we work well together. Also, he's really tall, I can wear 6 inch heels and still be shorter than him, a massive bonus in my book...
In all seriousness, he drives me mental on a daily basis but I love him completely and couldn't be without him.


We (me, the Mr and Mini Me) live in a one bedroom council flat. Mini Me has the bedroom, with all her clothes, toys, my clothes, the Mr's clothes, shoes, and other random junk in it. We have a sofa bed in the living room, which has the rest of the junk in it. The kitchen is tiny, nowhere near enough room for baking. The bathroom is oddly over sized, and usually has an airer full of wet washing in it because we don't have a tumble dryer or a washing line. We share our sleeping space with our two cats, Sacha and Lola. Lola likes to sleep on my head. It gets awkward. We have tried to find a bigger council place but don't have enough points to even bother bidding, and we've tried to find a swap but in all fairness, we live in the arse end of the town with drug dealers pretty much everywhere, so you're only likely to find one sort of person who wants to live here, and they're not the sort of person who is likely to have a 2 or 3 bedroom house they're willing to exchange for the privilege.


So about 2 weeks ago I came to a sudden realization.
Nobody is going to help find us somewhere else to live.
Nobody is going to toss us enough money to pay off our debts.
Nobody is going to die and leave either of us a huge sum of money.
We will not win the lottery (for the most part, because we don't play it.)
We are not going to be handed a big house on a plate (so to speak.)
Nobody who wants to help can, and nobody who can help will. Which leaves us in a tricky situation.


So, the aim is to somehow earn enough money that we can pay off our debts, save, have a lovely house and enjoy life relatively stress free (hahaha). 


This. Is. Not. Going. To. Be. Easy.
But it will be done.