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January's possible woes

It is almost Christmas! We have managed to find presents for all our family and have managed to eat up most of our money for January! My darling husband informed me this morning, when he happily checked his balance, that we will be starting the new year off rather shakily. This brought great dissapointment, and a smiggen of fear. For the last couple of months we have made a huge effort to be good stewards of what we have. We have lived by the tightest of budgets, our babies have had nappies, Beatrice has had formula and we've managed to buy the interesting, expensive stuff Alexander seems to need food-wise. We have also managed to buy toiletries and a DVD contract, oh, and pay our phone contract, and whatever doctors bills we may have needed to pay. We didn't really have much left for food for the entire month, but we always seemed to make without having to resort to gross yuck stuff like frozen veggies (except for peas and corn, they're not gross). I somehow stll get to eat the way I believe we should eat. BUT for whatever reason it is we have failed month or for January. We've bought nappies and formula and toiletries and and and..., come January we may not be able to buy even the gross food. I guess it is a learning thing, and so we learn, next year we plan to buy presents throughtout the year and to budget every cent that comes our way. Maybe January '12 will see us in a different place.
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