My kids have 529 accounts that need to be filled.
I am technically unemployed.
It is the season of giving - you know, like to others.
We really should be paying down our HELOC while interest rates are low.
I have no need for any form of high fashion given that I am in pajamas 90% of the time.
I pay almost $1000 a month in student loans for a career that I have all but abandoned.
And yet, somehow, this morning I justified to myself that it was acceptable to spend $312 on these:
And now, for the justifications:
They were on sale (40% off). When will I ever find such a bargain on Tory Burch shoes?
I take care of two kids all day every day, one of whom beats me up on a regular basis. I totally deserve this.
I am getting old, and if I don't start paying attention to what I wear I am on the slippery slope to mom jeans.
I actually have been earning money, totally out of the blue, for some recent freelance legal work. (Never mind that this money has now been allocated to a thousand different things that it can't possibly cover - upcoming vacation, Braden's preschool tuition, a year's worth of car payments, and now, unnecessarily expensive boots).
My husband doesn't get word of his holiday bonus until mid-January. Maybe it will be some crazy ridiculous number and we won't ever remember spending two weeks worth of groceries on boots.
And now, for the inner monologue:
I really want to get these boots.
I shouldn't get these boots.
But wouldn't it be nice to get these boots?
Okay, I think I'll get these boots.
I got the boots.
Oh shit. I paid a lot for these boots.
I'll enjoy these boots.
I LOVE these boots.
These boots will change my life and make me free and young and rich and all the things that I want to be!
Thank God I found these boots!