Sabrina and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad, Week!

This week has been one of those weeks where you wonder if somehow you forgot and actually spoke the words "What else can happen?" or "Can it get any worse?". We have no money, and when I say no money that's exactly what I mean. When Ross retired on April first we received our last check from the military. We will be getting some retirement but we have no idea what that will be. Most of our bills come out on the first so we were ok until Ross started his new job April first. Except that he didn't start on April first. They did call to make sure he was still interested but we have yet to receive an offer letter. So we can live off what I bring in from day care for a month right? Wrong. Enrollment is down and I only have two full time kids and three part time. This also means my USDA check has taken a big hit since there are not children here to provide meals too. So we are trying to squeeze by when we find out that the first premium of our retired insurance has to be paid out of pocket...ok, $115 that we don't have, then realized the dental premium is $219 for one half of the coverage and there is not a network dentists or orthodontist within forty miles. Then yesterday the fuel pump goes out in Ross' truck. We still haven't heard back from the prospective employer so Ross takes more shifts at AMR to cover but they are all in May and we are only half way through April. Another day care child drops hours. We have less than no money. Holly need a dress for band banquet. Then comes two bills that we did not expect but are of the necessary variety. We had been paying them on the fifteenth, but now we do not get a check on the fifteenth. I have no idea how we are going to make it through this month. Ross has picked up fifteen shifts for May but that is still way short of full time and making much less per hour than we are used to. I have an inspection coming up and have no clue how to pay for the dogs shots which were due April 6 or the repairs on the fence. I want to scream but I have no doubt it will just make things worse. I am sure there is more I am forgetting here, but at least it has slipped my mind for the moment. All the kiddos are asleep right now so I am trying to breath and maybe convince Bucky to buy me a candy bar. Chocolate always helps, right? RIGHT?