- September is my favorite month, followed by October then February (except for that pesky Valentines bullshit, February has got it going on)
- Ralph Waldo Emerson is my favorite poet and we could all learn a thing or two from Ralphie-poo
- Schaeffer Skimmers Book Club is my new favorite pastime
- I am not going to open Lulu’s door and check the inside knob for the six lanyards hanging there … because I am sure they still are … hanging there … even after multiple reminders to grab one
I mean what’s the worst thing that can happen? She has to buy another lanyard … with her own money … because the money tree is out of leaves until Thursday.
And for the second time in two days one of my kids has insinuated that I am cheap. To which I think – No, I am thrifty. There is a diff peeps, there really is a difference.
The two unrelated convos went something like this …
Lulu: Mom, did you see my text? for Hurricane Harvey donations
Me: I’ll look now
All I see is an advertisement for a James Avery charm 100% of proceeds to the hurricane relief and limited free shipping
Me continued: the heart of TX charm? That’s cute. Are you going to buy it?
Lulu: Uh, me?
Me: Well it is for YOU. Another just because? We talked about this. You have a stipend; you need to use your money. Budget. See if you have enough if you really want the charm.
Lulu: You act like you’re poor. I’m sure you can afford $40.
Me: Perhaps, but I am making blessing bags. I do not want a charm.
Stony silence ensued with a refusal to even hug me goodnight
Me: My Kindle is sucking battery like crazy
Pony: Because it’s old, you know you can pick up a paperwhite for $50 bucks
Me: Why would I do that, this one is fine
Pony: Except for short battery life; it’s not like you can’t afford a newer one
When you were raised by two very conservative lived through the depression era parents, you adopt their ways. Waste not want not and all that good stuff. Yet my two. Oy Vey! Sacrebleu.
I have decided to live a little. Very hard for me because I feel super guilty about my good fortune. My “why me Lord?” is not woeful but more of a really “are you sure it’s me Lord?”
But as was pointed out in my fantastic CBT earlier this week, my good fortune does NOT mean I stole someone else’s share. We don’t know the reasons why some people have more good fortune than others. We may never know. The question becomes, how do want to live our lives? For me, this means that I have some decisions to make … which started with making those blessing bags. And finished with me believing that I have no reason to feel guilty. Yep! I may just get that Kindle paperwhite after all. I have decided!
As always, more to come.