You know what sucks?
I am pretty good at keeping myself on budget these days. I can walk by a cute dress or cute shoes, usually without a problem. But put me in a kid store and all sense seems to go out the window. Of course Max needs new overalls. I can't have him sporting high waters. And of course he needs more books, we want to raise a genius right? It's odd. I would of thought as some who loved to shop for herself BM (before Max) I would have worked myself into the budget. But nope. I am finding myself slowly left behind.
This must be what real love is.