You’re worth it.

I can’t tell you how many times I’ve been shopping, and have had something catch my eye. I have to pick it up, inspect it, envision it, and then check the price tag. Once I see how much it is, my level of love is effected one way or the other. If it’s a bit pricey I suddenly find the flaws. If it’s less than expected I instantly have to have it. A bargain is something rarely pass up.

For the record, I put this entire cart full of stuff back and went and bought a sweater.

With that being said, as I get older I have realized that there a few things worth paying a higher price. Those things can be entirely different for everyone. Some women like to get their nails done in a salon. I don’t mind it once in awhile, but I actually enjoy doing my nails. It’s alone time, and I can use the “sorry I would, but my nails are wet” excuse for a good half hour. Maybe you enjoy a daily Starbucks. No matter what it is, do it without guilt.

I’d love to know how many times my neighbors have caught me mid selfie game

Do we feel guilt when we are buying our kids $300 bats and $200 football helmets? How about the $70 pair of football cleats for the last two games of the season. They tell you they’ll still fit next year but you know damn well they won’t. The endless slime kits and craft supplies, or my personal favorite the violin. Now don’t get me wrong I’m googling my ass off for coupons while standing in line, but either way, they are getting it. Because that’s what we do.

My oldest and my middle

I’ve been doing this mom thing since I was 19 years old. I would go to the end of the earth for my kids, but I also realize that I need to start caring for me. I think we get lost in the Mom tile and forget that we are actually a separate entity. I am more than just a mom. I am a woman. A woman that likes to present herself in a way that projects pride. I enjoy nice shoes, leather purses, good bras, salon hair products, luxury perfume and makeup. These items do not complete me or make me feel like I am some how better than anyone else. I do not compete with the Jones’s. No one can see what bra I have on, or how much my makeup or hair products cost. These things make me happy and remind me of how far I’ve come.

I’m addicted. I have to remind myself
“a dab will do ya”

I’ve eaten ramen. Not because it’s good, but because it’s cheap. I’ve robbed Peter to pay Paul many times. I know what it’s like to hope your check hits that direct deposit before those checks you wrote clear. I’ve been there. I’ve paid at Meijer with WIC coupons and I’ve been mortified in a doctors office when it was announced my daughter had Medicaid. I’m not above anyone. Like I said I’ve been there.

Now that my therapy session of things I obviously still carry in my emotional baggage suitcase is over, let’s remember one thing. You are worth it. You are worth an occasional splurge. If you’ve been eyeing something get it. Put yourself first even just for a minute.

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