Money is tight here this Christmas season. We’re gearing up for yet another move, the kids’ clothing needs seem to be multiplying like gremlins, and the list of needs is far more pressing than the wants. We’ve scaled back wherever possible to make the pinch a little less pinchy, and honestly feel blessed that we’ve had leeway to do so.
One of the things you won’t find under our tree this year are gifts from Christopher and I to one another. We’ve exchanged sporadically in the past, but in all truth, we entered the season of “if you need it, buy it” long ago, and neither of us is keen on making purchases just to fulfill an obligatory gift exchange. This year, there was an understood moment of “we can’t afford it, sorry.” Neither of us was hurt or offended. It is what it is and that’s o.k.
Actually, it’s better than o.k. Seasons of financial strain always bless me with the reminder that I could be out there making a paycheck. I am, after all, a college graduate with some reasonable skills. I know the current job market is tough, but there’s something out there for a woman willing to do whatever it takes to lift the burden of sole provider off her husband’s shoulders. I could be a substitute teacher. I could work in a daycare center. I could answer phones at a doctor’s office.