We received our mortgage statement in the mail yesterday. I just don't know how we're supposed to catch up. We had it figured out on paper, and it looked so good on paper, but we couldn't stick to it, and now we're even farther behind. I just don't know what to do. I don't want to talk to Nick about it because he's going to freak out and get WAY angry, and I don't want to deal with that. I have enough anxiety as it is. So I emailed a credit union to see if they have a mortgage lender that we could work with. If they do and they won't work with me on my own, then I'll tell Nick. In the meantime, I'll just keep putting as much on the mortgage as I can, stop spending what we don't have, and cut corners where I can.
The kids were really bummed when I said we weren't doing anything for Easter this year. Maybe I'll try to whip together a few baskets. I just really am not into the celebrating mood. They were bummed, though, when they found out that they wouldn't be searching for baskets this year. And it is Bryan's last year at home. I don't know.
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