Saturday, 2 February 2013
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?