Prepare to be shocked!I have a few weekend confessions to make.
First, I went to the semi-annual Paper Source warehouse sale with this gal. You can read more about the annual sale here. I won't go into details because, well, I didn't get into a cat fight over cardstock, and it's much more fun to pretend like I did. Anywho, that gal has a card company, which made our trip totally logical. I, however, already have a mammoth collection of stationery and scrapbook materials that I like to look at but rarely use. One day I'll figure out things to do with them, like origami furniture and thank yous for thank yous, but you all know I have to get through my first 12 to-do lists before I get to that stuff. And another one of my confessions is that I'm lazy. (Also, that I'm not gifted in Asian paper arts much to my chagrin.)
So I told myself I wouldn't buy much. I would only get a little something to make my journey worthwhile. But suddenly people were rushing around throwing paper, and I felt like I had to have some, too:
"Oooh, a huge stack of cardstock. Don't think I need it but that lady is buying some so maybe I do."
"Pre-made cute cards only slightly discounted? Well, I am too busy to make cards. I'll take six!"
"I don't know what this is, but I'm going to buy it. I'll use it to make cards."
"Rub-on letters? I don't really scrapbook, but if I did I would sooo use these. Must have!"
"Blank books! #48 on my seventh to-do list says buy more blank books to make more to-do lists. So I can't refuse, right?"
In the end, I spent more than that gal, and she has a card company. And apparently self control, which is something I clearly lack, especially when it comes to a bargain. I just can't get it into my head that lots of discounted items can still cost a lot of money. Also, I think that overspending is replacing overeating as my thrill addiction of choice. I obviously need a healthier outlet. Does anyone know a good bookie?
Finally, Miss Dub and I are off to her 9-month appointment, and I don't think I've adequately prepared her to get her shots. Laugh if you want, but I feel strongly that communication builds her trust and confidence. For example, I credit her quick cry-it-out skills to ... well, a lot of things including prayer, your encouragement and the sheer belatedness of it all ... but I also credit it to my pep talks: "Don't worry, sweetie, when you cry tonight I'm not going to interrupt you like I've been doing. I'm sure that was annoying you. Big girls hate to be interrupted."
Anyway, I haven't given her much encouragement or reverse psychology to get her prepared to be poked and prodded today. Of course, my best friend tells me that she also thought her first was a genius, full of deep thoughts as an infant, until he began to speak and said things like, "Ki-tty go bye-bye," and she realized he was indeed just a baby. Then again, he's now almost 7 and refers to himself as a "junior scientist," so maybe he was just pretending to be dumb.
But even though I know she's probably right, I have a strict policy to ignore other mothers' epiphanies so that I can have them myself one day and realize with amazement the same things they did. Because I like a good epiphany. Except when it involves me buying less, eating less or doing more with my existing supply of paper products.
Dang it.
First, I went to the semi-annual Paper Source warehouse sale with this gal. You can read more about the annual sale here. I won't go into details because, well, I didn't get into a cat fight over cardstock, and it's much more fun to pretend like I did. Anywho, that gal has a card company, which made our trip totally logical. I, however, already have a mammoth collection of stationery and scrapbook materials that I like to look at but rarely use. One day I'll figure out things to do with them, like origami furniture and thank yous for thank yous, but you all know I have to get through my first 12 to-do lists before I get to that stuff. And another one of my confessions is that I'm lazy. (Also, that I'm not gifted in Asian paper arts much to my chagrin.)
So I told myself I wouldn't buy much. I would only get a little something to make my journey worthwhile. But suddenly people were rushing around throwing paper, and I felt like I had to have some, too:
"Oooh, a huge stack of cardstock. Don't think I need it but that lady is buying some so maybe I do."
"Pre-made cute cards only slightly discounted? Well, I am too busy to make cards. I'll take six!"
"I don't know what this is, but I'm going to buy it. I'll use it to make cards."
"Rub-on letters? I don't really scrapbook, but if I did I would sooo use these. Must have!"
"Blank books! #48 on my seventh to-do list says buy more blank books to make more to-do lists. So I can't refuse, right?"
In the end, I spent more than that gal, and she has a card company. And apparently self control, which is something I clearly lack, especially when it comes to a bargain. I just can't get it into my head that lots of discounted items can still cost a lot of money. Also, I think that overspending is replacing overeating as my thrill addiction of choice. I obviously need a healthier outlet. Does anyone know a good bookie?
Finally, Miss Dub and I are off to her 9-month appointment, and I don't think I've adequately prepared her to get her shots. Laugh if you want, but I feel strongly that communication builds her trust and confidence. For example, I credit her quick cry-it-out skills to ... well, a lot of things including prayer, your encouragement and the sheer belatedness of it all ... but I also credit it to my pep talks: "Don't worry, sweetie, when you cry tonight I'm not going to interrupt you like I've been doing. I'm sure that was annoying you. Big girls hate to be interrupted."
Anyway, I haven't given her much encouragement or reverse psychology to get her prepared to be poked and prodded today. Of course, my best friend tells me that she also thought her first was a genius, full of deep thoughts as an infant, until he began to speak and said things like, "Ki-tty go bye-bye," and she realized he was indeed just a baby. Then again, he's now almost 7 and refers to himself as a "junior scientist," so maybe he was just pretending to be dumb.
But even though I know she's probably right, I have a strict policy to ignore other mothers' epiphanies so that I can have them myself one day and realize with amazement the same things they did. Because I like a good epiphany. Except when it involves me buying less, eating less or doing more with my existing supply of paper products.
Dang it.
