I check my bank account, the balance is low. Really low. I don’t know how we will make it until next payday. Survival mode kicks in and I’m trying to figure out how to stretch pennies for eight people. “Kids, it’s gonna be Ramen for dinner for a while.” I cringe as I second guess every purchase I’ve made over the last month. “Danielle you shouldn’t have bought pizza last Friday night!” and “You didn’t need to say yes to every event, do you know how much gas you could have saved?” On and on I scold myself.
