When you are married to a man who is accustomed to a certain lifestyle*, when you live in a big old house that needs love, care and maintenance, when you have a child that needs everything, you sometimes forget to take care of yourself. And you also sometimes forget to feed the dog. If she's hungry she should really be more vocal about it. Anyway . . . I decided recently to give something back to Momma. Just drop some hard-earned cash on myself. And I did. I bought this beautiful, spacious, wonderful handbag just for me.
We are in honeymoon heaven. She is still perfect, no scratches. No baby spit up or spilled milk. No pen leaks or pen marks. And she fits like a dream. And I can stuff all kinds of stuff in my new bag and still look fashionable. I can fit diapers, wipes, a sippy cup, placemat, and bib. I even figured out that in a pinch I can use my new bag to transport my laptop. No more ugly laptop backpack!
I sit here writing and gazing lovingly at my new bag. And yet, I feel a little guilty about it. I could have used that money on landscaping or fixing the bath tub or on new socks for my husband. Do I really deserve that handbag. Oh yes, I do!
*Seriously, when did this start? He didn't grow up wearing hand sewn suits and drinking only mineral water from Italy.
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