Money can't buy happiness....?

I strongly beg to differ. Not about the sentence literally, but figuratively. Of course money can't buy happiness literally, but figuratively, I think it comes darn close.

If I had more money, not a million dollars, just more money coming in each month, I can say with confidence I'd be a happier person.  If I didn't have to budget so closely each month (I' m talking dimes here, people), I don't think I'd be as irritable every night. I can say that because I wouldn't be hunched over at my desk with my computer, desk-top calendar, and a calculator mumbling about my quarters and how poorly the pay-days fall this month. My husband wouldn't be trying to talk to me while I was doing just that, so I wouldn't be biting his head off because 'I'm trying to count' like I do now. Me not biting his head off would improve our relationship in two ways; He doesn't like having his head being bit off, and I don't like him calling me a grouch. I do all the budgeting, don't call me a grouch! I am the Super-Jew that makes it possible for you to have your guns, your meaningless car accessories, your expensive Under Armor, and your dog that eats like a horse and craps like a cow. You're welcome. You better respect the Super Jew.

Having more money would also make me happier because I could help my mother more. Now, helping her isn't what necessarily would make me happy, but shutting her up certainly would be. I love her, but the woman is difficult, and drives me bonkers. This day is a perfect example of that fact. I know it sounds terrible, but my relationship with my mother is more complex than I will ever have words to describe.

My sister is having a baby in July; Having more money each month would help enable my husband and I to be the coolest aunt/uncle ever. Not that we aren't going to be already, but spoiling him rotten would be a a bonus.

Until I hit the lottery, or land an amazing job, I will just have to continue to be the Super Jew of budgeting. Just sayin'.