When I found out I was pregnant with my first son I was thrilled and older than most new mothers. I was 41 years old and had been working very hard since I could remember. My husband and I knew that I would quit work and become a housewife when the baby came. I didn’t want anyone raising my baby or enjoying all the firsts; first word, first steps, the first time he babbled incoherently or held his spoon. I wanted to enjoy every little, chubby, yummy, gooey, babbly moment. I had worked harder than a horse all my life … Continue reading How a family of four lives well on one income.