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Cloudy With A Chance of Broke

This glass of Walmart wine is giving me life right now. Bougie on a budget is my lifestyle. Since all the water shelves are cleared at Walmart, I settled on this sweet little Moscato. Funny how southerners go straight for bread and water when a storm is approaching. When my son and I lived in Colorado and was expected to get snowed in; sadly all I stocked up on were movies and food. It was nice to be snowed in spending time with the most important person in my life for a day or two. Good times. “Three pairs of underwear for myself…three pairs of underwear for Bentley” I mumbled as I folded our undergarments and placed them in our black rolling suitcase. “Mama, the water is too hot” Bentley yells from the shower across the hall. This is only his tenth time interrupting me within the last five minutes. Why do kids wait until you’re doing something important to need you? Like man, could you wait at least 2 minutes while I get my thoughts together and pack our entire life in a suitcase for the next three days?
I jet across the hall and run to his aid like always. “Thanks mama, I love you” he sneaks in once I’m done adjusting the water. Clearly noticing the slight look of frustration on my face. Crap, he gets me every time. I love that kid. As I resume packing a few days of clothes and important documents I can’t help but wonder, will this hurricane actually come? Last year, we were in the same situation but God saw fit to keep everyone safe and we escaped with just high winds and rain. Preparing for the worst and hoping for the best I continue to pack the necessary items. Two years ago when I packed for my very first hurricane here I was astonished at how easy it was to place my entire life into a suitcase. It makes you appreciate life and disregard materialistic treasures.
It’s a new day and all the town can talk about is if this hurricane will make landfall. Crazy cause all I can think about is my money. If the governor mandates the city to evacuate then that means x amount of days without work and pay. I already feel like I’m drowning in these bills by myself and the last thing I need is to miss days of work. Currently working two part time jobs in dentistry, PTO isn’t an option, no sick pay, no vacation time etc. If I don’t work the remainder of the week all I can foresee is a bill getting pushed back another month or having to pay my rent late with outrages late fees. Father help me. It won’t be this way forever. Hang in there Breezy. You got this. Sometimes you have to encourage yourself honey. All of a sudden I get the dreadful update on the storm. MANDATORY EVACUATION. It sure is cloudy outside and my chances of being broke just increased significantly. Faking a smile I ask my son which action figure he plans to take to his grandmothers as we go on an adventure for the next few days. Deep down, my soul is screaming and I’m a nervous wreck. He’ll never know it though. I’m his superhero and I have to tighten my cape and fly even when I feel like I can’t.


  1. Thank you for sharing your heart. Loved this. I feel you on straightening and tightening your cape. I think I hang mine up when I get home now. I wish I could just leave it on the hanger forever. My cape IS my mask. ��

    1. It's definitely a mask! I can only take mines off while I'm sleepingšŸ˜‚


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