But I'm trying so hard to be good. I promise!
But I really can't control myself.
Let me backtrack for a moment here. I buy for a living. Like, my job is shopping. No, that's not my only work responsibility (I also clean the bathrooms -- although very rarely and only when the part-time help rolls their eyes at me -- as well as a multitude of other tasks that make of the inner workings of running a small business and retail storefront). But the store is only profitable if someone buys things to go into it. So, when you boil it down to the bones, it's not inaccurate to state that I buy things for a living.
So now let's fast forward to my lack of self control. Pete and I have been trying NOT to buy anything for the new house. This makes sense because, frankly, the house isn't technically ours yet. But building Pinterest boards and roaming the aisles of Home Depot isn't cutting it any more. I'm like a purchasing junkie looking for a stronger fix. I want to buy something for the new house! I feel itchy thinking about all the bare walls and empty rooms.
But I can't.
It wouldn't be right.
But I can't control myself. It started innocently enough. The other day at Home Depot I was picking up a few supplies for the shop ... and I just grabbed an extra fire extinguisher for the house. After all, if the deal doesn't go through or something I can always use it in our apartment or the shop. Right? It's not like I'm buying furniture or an antique Victorian mailbox from Ebay. So I bought the fire extinguisher.
But it didn't make me feel better. Just the opposite actually: I wanted to buy more!
Want to know how deep my desperation for tangible goods is? I just rationalize the purchase of the following:
So the moral of the story: I'm ready for our closing on January 30th with keys in hand and foggers set to spray. (Now fingers crossed we get the house and I didn't curse us! Yikes. PS: Don't tell Pete.)