Santa brought us an INSANE amount of Christmas candy. I would say it would take us months to get through the stuff but I love chocolate, so the reality is we'll be done with it in a few weeks.
Miss Thing found a bag in my purse. Unwrapped all of the stuff she could and took one single bite from each piece. Guess she is a fan too.
Also, I don't have a "real" job. And I really don't plan on even attempting to go back to work until Nolan and Allyn are both in full time school. Plus with all of the therapy and doctor's appointments and then throw in a sick kid, and I would never be in the office. Point? Well, I feel so guilty when I buy stuff. For me. Last night I ordered three pairs of jeans. Because I have 3 pair that fit. And 4 that are too big. I mentioned to Ben that I was ordering them. This morning he asked me 3 pair of jeans cost "x" dollars. It's like guilt on top of guilt. I don't want to return them and I do need new jeans, but I don't want him or anyone thinking I am being careless with our money. Does anyone else feel this way or I am the only crazy one? And would my guilt be remedied if I was earning money doing something?