Bla bla bla bla bla ... (This post, courtesy of my husband's everloving support and encouragement)
The new year is fresh and so is the gaping hole in the post-holiday bank account. We did not bust our Christmas budget, but were just lucky to add several hefty auto maintenance bills to the mix. There's nothing like digging yourself out of bills for the first few months of a new year. The big bright hope is the upcoming tax refund, which in my imagination grows to incredibly generous sums as the weeks go by. At the same time I am making equally unrealistic plans of curbing our expenses. Melted cheese plays a big part in it.
Lincoln asked me, - if we indeed received a large sum of money and could pay all our bills and then some -, what I would spend the remaining fun money on. It can't be something practical or sensible, rather something that I give myself for the pleasure of it only. Maybe something luxurious, so I "feel" the added wealth. I was surprised to realize it was a hard question. I have become terribly practical (Oh no, I am the dreaded hausfrau stereotype after all!). All the fun things I could think of didn't give me the tingly feeling... instead I thought how much more I could put in savings towards a computer, a couch, or even better, potential future car repairs! Blah. That's who I am today. I dream of security and safety, the things that lift you off your feet and make the angels sing...
Alright, so I gave myself some time to come up with something because I refuse to be dead inside. If I had some money to spend on myself strictly for the useless fun of it, I think I would get an expensive haircut first. Nothing makes you feel cute and happy like the perfect haircut. Then, I would buy a dress, whichever one I liked here or here or wherever. Something girly and pretty with a rustling skirt. And THEN! I'd go a step further. I would go for the "outfit". You know, click on the little boxes that suggest "You might also like..." or have the sales assistant bring you things that "go with it". I'd buy the cardigan or the purse or the shoes or the earrings! The whole thing. I never do that. It would be my small revolution of frivolity and indulgence. I always buy things on sale or parts of outfits to fit with something I already have... but this time I would go and buy it all. I could wear it right out of the store with my prefect hair... Ah!
Naturally all of this would occur long after post partum chunkiness or lactational bust expansion - which is an actual time in my future life or simply, never. I also don't see where I would wear that dress, wait, not dress, like I said: entire OUTFIT. Which occasion would that be and how many of my kids would have to be not present (clue: all)? Now, don't start. Screaming children, mac and cheese and Maisy books don't go with perfect-hair-dreaminess and cream colored cardigans. You know it. Now shut up.
So I guess, good thing that I am practical, the tax refund won't be nearly as huge and I don't have a social life. No? Discuss. While I go and weep silently into my pillow!
Posted at 08:29 PM on January 02, 2006
Hallo Dinka,
I discovered your blog through Alice in Austria, and I enjoy a lot reading it. I am particularly intrigued with your daughter's multilingual development, as I blog myself about my son's quadrilingual environment!
I look forward on reading more!
Best,
Clo