What day is it?
April 12? It is? It's not May 16th yet? Wow. Where have I been?
*sitting up amongst a pile of receipts littering my floor* Oh, apparently, I've been spending money. So much money, that I've pretty much spent my monthly allotment of flex spending. But, wait, what day is it? April isn't over? It's not even close to over? Oops.
Things started hard and fast when Easter rolled around. I decided that I wanted a new duvet cover since I've had my current one since 2004. Then I decided that I would also need a new duvet, since it gets so warm in my apartment. Then I thought, "I am tired of my mismatched towels. I want new, fluffy towels all in a particular color scheme." I got a great deal on these linens, but... ya know.
Then I flipped through the pages of Lucky magazine and saw an outfit I had to have! The whole thing, almost right down to the shoes -- the jacket, skirt, top, belt.
Then it was time to replacement some of this and some of that.Then I went home for a visit and had a fabulous dinner and a fantastic lunch and lots of one-of-a-kind, super yummy snacks in between. And when I woke up, I had spent... A LOT.
Two things are afoot here:1) Lifestyle creep. You know what that is -- you make more money, so you feel comfortable spending more money. After all, you got it like that! Right? You worked hard for the money! Right? Uh, no.
2) My evil twin Spendalotta apparently took my debit and credit cards and went nuts. When she realized what she had done, she dropped the bills in my lap and whistled her way back to wherever the hell she came from.
As usual, I have no excuses. That's typically true of any of us when the money is starting to run short before the month is up. I wanted stuff, so I just bought it. I'd figure out the financials later.
I can still finish this month in the black (outside of my regular, automatic savings), but it will take restraint and discipline for the rest of the month. *Sigh* My old friend Discipline, with her disapproving glare and frowny countenance. Now she's whacking her ruler in her hand."It wasn't me Ms. Discipline! It was Spendalotta! I swear!"