I've just awakened, filled with a sense of the unlimited promise of my four-day weekend. Okay, the promise is somewhat limited because it turns out that I'm out of money and I don't get paid until next Wednesday.
I found that out the hard way last night when I tried to pay for dinner with my debit card and got declined. (That's always awkward, but as I told my husband, it's lost its sting because it happens so frequently.) I'd had money in the bank earlier in the day, but our house payment came out ahead of payday - again - and ate up the balance. Sigh.
But wouldn't I know when to expect the payments to come out? You'd think so, but you're talking about someone who hasn't balanced her checkbook in more than a decade and who is certainly not organized enough to keep track of the chart that explains the random, bi-weekly dates of the house payment debits.
The whole thing's going to leave me charging my way through the long weekend. I'm not that concerned with my credit card balance because I just found out earlier in the week that I'll be receiving money from my grandmother's estate within the next month or so. I'll be paying off (and cutting up) my credit card then anyway.
Still, it's a pain to be out of ready cash over the holiday weekend. On the bright side, it gives us more incentive to stay home and clean out our overstuffed studio closet and carry out our plan to turn our guest room into a band practice room. I guess these things always work out in the end...