I'm Julie. Welcome to my world as a wife of one (the Mister) and mum of FIVE awesome kids (aged 14, 12, 9, 7 & 3) - it's full of late nights, early mornings, rushing around, losing things, playing referee and general chaos. It isn't perfect by any stretch of the imagination, but we kinda like it here, and we hope that you will too. www.mamaowl.co.uk
This morning I was riffling through my pants drawer (that's underwear to you Americans - undercrackers, p a n t i e s, l i n g e r i e, under g a r m e n t s, apple catchers... Whatever you want to call them) and realised - literally - what a load of old pants it is that I feel guilty when I buy things for myself, because several of my pants have ACTUAL HOLES IN. And I don't mean in the purposely c r o t c h l e s s sense either you lot, I mean just because they're old & rubbish.
When I spot something with a hole in belonging to the kids it either gets binned (if it needs it), repaired (if possible) or repaired & sent to the 'outdoor playing clothes' box. Or just binned. Things are replaced, new things are bought when needed (and sometimes when not needed), I would never let them out of the front door looking anything less than clean & tidy. Sometimes the Tweens manage to slip past me (never teen, who is so vain she probably thinks this post is about her), particularly L who has his favourite clothes, but 9 times out of 10 they have been checked over by my eagle eyes before they leave the house.
Me? To be honest you're lucky if I have managed to brush my hair before I get out of the door. If my hair is up, with rather a lot of bobby grips fashioning it in to a pretendy style... Chances are I couldn't find a hairbrush & this was the next best option. If my clothes are snot/food/mud/vomit free, then you have caught me on a good day.
I mill around my favourite shops, picking up bargains in the sales for the kids. If I spot something for myself that I like while surfing online, I talk myself out of it. I'll go back later and do a pretend virtual shop, I'll add it to my basket. Then I X the screen. Later on, I'll do a search and see if I can find a discount voucher or promo code. I'll go back to the site, do another virtual shop, add it to the basket again. I'll leave the screen up and visit a different site in a new tab. I'll look back at my shopping basket. I'll see if they accept Paypal (I occasionally have a tenner languishing in there). I'll search again for promo codes. Eventually I may buy it. When it arrives, I try it on. Then decide I don't like it/it's not worth the money/I don't like the fit and I send it back, or I keep it but feel guilty for at least a week.
I don't even give a second thought to buying shoes, clothes, coats, bags or whatever for the kids. Not a single moment do I second guess myself and wonder if I should buy it. My thought process for buying for the kids (or indeed for the Mister) is - do I need this? do I want this? do I have the money for this? And then I buy it. No umm-ing, no ahh-ing, just done. I don't fret over it afterwards either.
I am going to buy myself some pants. And I am not going to feel guilty. I will not feel bad for buying pants so I don't have to wear ones that have holes in. I will repeat this until it is true.
Does anyone else suffer from this Mum's buyer's remorse? Or is it just me with holey pants?