So, my campaign is almost over, and I have reached my goal. I also have sold several more books and we sold several more dolls through this site. I also received donations aside from the campaign. Yep, I’m looking good. Right?
Don’t take me wrong with what I’m about to say. Please! Most people I know are kind, generous, compassionate, and caring. I know a lot of nice people. That is evident by how many came to our aid. It is also evident by the numerous comments, notes, and messages I received. I cherished every single one. Every night I say my prayer of thanksgiving for the boatload of you who have donated to, prayed for, encouraged, and supported us. I am so very grateful.
But there is always someone out there who needs to put in their $.02. Seriously, why does it seem lately that everyone around me wants to be in my business? The last time I looked, I wasn’t married. The only man I have to answer to doesn’t live here. Or on this earth. I’m told how my kids should dress, look, act; how I should dress, look, act; where I should/shouldn’t spend my money (that nasty commenter apologized, by the way), where I should work, etc. I am also not talking about the advice that I solicit on here, and that I welcome, openly.
I’m talking real live, un-asked-for, unwanted meddling. What I am about to tell you takes the cake. And truly annoyed me. A while back I told you that the sweet farm woman had to lay off the boys for the season. It usually happens around this time of year, although sometimes they do wood and odd jobs here-and-there. That was around the same time I was told my rent was increasing, and the season of having to keep the oil tank full. Well, someone told her at the farmer’s market that she “shouldn’t worry about laying off my boys, because I’ve got plenty of money, I get it off the internet.”
Really? Really?! This person doesn’t even know me. What gives them the right to say that? I’m not saying that it’s my friend’s fault that my boys aren’t working. I’m saying who knows what this person is saying about me to other people. Maybe they’re the reason my rent went up. Maybe they told Father that I could afford to pay more, I get my money online.
The campaign was to help us survive while I went to school so that we would all have a chance. Plenty of money?! I am eternally grateful for each and every cent, but after the 4% that Indiegogo takes (and I don’t get anything until about 2 weeks after the campaign ends), the 3% that Paypal takes, the supplies to make 25 dolls, the postage to mail dolls, books, and cards, I have a little over $14,000. A lot of money.
That has to last a year. Most people in Connecticut, with the typical 1.8 child family, live on $14,000 a month. There are 9 of us here. Rent+heat+utilities=$1300 a month. Do the math.
I would love to challenge that lovely busybody (who obviously reads this blog, because how else would you know), to live on $14,400 a year. Everything included. Care to take my challenge?