I have spent the last three days being responsible, and it’s starting to get a little old.

While my mother is very strange and drives me crazy, I am very grateful to her for giving me some of the money from the sale of the house. Since Tuesday I’ve been driving all around town to various banks and spending horrifying amounts of time on hold, all in the name of clearing up the majority of our debts. We both know how lucky we are to get this chance, so we’re not fucking around – mostly because we are Being Responsible, but also because every time someone mentions “money”, my mom yells at me for 15 minutes to tell me not to keep up with the Jones’ and to pay my bills and don’t I dare ask her for money again and also to drive slow. I think she honestly thinks the first thing Ed and I did with the money was rush out to a candy store to buy everything in sight, and then maybe to the Big Computer Store to buy an internet or two. We’ve been telling her since Day One that any money she felt fit to donate to our cause would strictly go towards paying down our debts, but she still thinks she has to remind us every 10 minutes or so in case our frivolous nature takes over our common sense.

Well, my bank account is happily proving my mother wrong. We’re almost entirely debt-free – after the last couple things go through, we will do a dance. There are two Big Corporations who are taking their time grabbing money from me, but the wheels are in motion and soon two more monthly payments will be gone. Hooray! We are so lucky, and we know it. Thanks, mom. You are utterly insane, but you will never know how much I appreciate what you did for me. I’ll also never have to tell you, because our family doesn’t do emotion – but I’ve told the internet, and that has to count for something.