Cancelling the Foster Child: An Especially Proud Moment

So even though my estranged husband is promising to be very generous re: the house and our finances in a proposed separation agreement, that has not stopped me from freaking out about money.

The week after he left, I de-ordered a lot of Rogers Cable services, and I knocked down the cleaning lady from once a week to twice a month. Some of you may think -- wow, life's tough. But there were four kids and I work full-time and he wasn't very helpful on the cleaning front, so rather than fight about why I had to scrub the tubs, do the vacuuming and clean the toilets again this week, we decided we'd have a cleaning lady once a week for all those nasty jobs. We paid the woman well, because we were so grateful. I feel for poor Gail, the best cleaning lady on the planet!

But yesterday I had to phone Foster Parents Canada and cancel the foster child. Poor little Sahib, struggling in an impoverished Egyptian village, will no longer be the benefactor of my $33 a month. I wonder what they'll tell him. "Sahib, in the West, marriages break up frequently. Your foster mother has been dumped by your foster father, and she's really nervous that a life of poverty -- much like yours, in fact, Sahib -- is ahead for her if she doesn't drastically reduce her monthly expenses. You're in good company, Sahib -- she also axed the cleaning lady, the Movie Network and one kid's cellphone, and she's actually considering killing one of the family pets due in part to the amount of canned food he demands at all hours of the night and day and then refuses to eat. So it could be worse, little Sahib! Better luck next foster family!"