I’m never really sure if the decisions I’ve made with the budget are the right ones.

But it’s almost 9pm, the kids are asleep, it’s finally quiet. There is a storm outside and the falling rain on the window-unit air conditioners is loud but calming and we finally caught the downstairs neighbor at home to tell him to take the battery out of his beeping smoke detector. Well, we asked him to change the battery but let’s be honest it’s probably not getting changed right away. As long as I don’t have to spend another night with a distant *beep* reminder every minute I don’t have much of a preference.

Maybe it’s the rain, maybe it’s the quiet of the kids being in bed but really…I think everything is going to be okay.

More rare a thought, however, is that I think it’s going to be really okay sooner than I originally thought. Overtime means hours and hours mean he moves up the ranks faster which means a raise faster which means breathing room faster.

I’m also looking forward to going to bed because the rain is my favorite thing to fall asleep to.

Pleasant dreams.