You're lucky. We lived for three months in a rolled up newspaper in a septic tank. We used to have to get up at six in the morning, clean the newspaper, eat a handful of hot gravel and crust of stale bread, go to work down the mill, for a 14 hour day, week in week out for 6 pennies a month, and when we got home, and dad would beat us about the head and neck with a broken bottle, if we were lucky.