Sitting in my car outside of some random business park. Livy sleeping in the back. Why do I fear her crying so much? Part of it isn't sensitivity; it's preservation. If she cries for an hour then sleeps for 30 minutes, she's gonna be miserable in the evening. With Stanley being... well, Stanley (at his worst with his bday party coming up), I can't handle two crying, irrational kids. The evenings are tough enough.
So I got lots of Etsy stuff in the mail today. Now I've discovered the world of SOAP SAMPLES! It's such a no-brainer for me - I want to try so many different products that I end up purposely wasting stuff so I can buy something new sooner. For example, I recently took some soap that I was bored with and left it on the shower floor while I showered. Did that a few times and, voila! Need new soap. Whoo hoo.
I seriously must be obsessive-compulsive. Or just have a tendancy to form self-destructive habits. While my skin has never been this soft or well-scented, by bank account is screaming at me to conserve. And do I listen? Not so much. It's an addiction! Not a habit. Biting my nails doesn't max out a credit limit. Damn you, Bill Me Later!
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