mama scrooge

today i am once again confronted with the fact that i am a miser. and not with money. with things that i love. it took me a long time to become conscious of the fact that i would burn my yankee candle beach plum candle down only so far, or indulge in my see's toffee bar candy to a certain point, or smear my body shop mango body butter on my dry skin until there was just enough left - but i do. these aren't expensive things. these aren't even irreplaceable things. i have no idea what my problem is, but i do it. over and over. the sad thing is that the candle gets filled up with sticky dust, the toffee goes bad and the mango butter dries up. i am saving it for nothing.

so, this time i caught myself. and this time it might be one of my most irrational items ever - the pre-soaked witch hazel pads from the hospital. or tucks pads as the rest of the world knows them. as a sidenote, i did not know that this is what tucks medicated pads were, my husband had to point that one out to me. the hospital stuff that you get is all generic so i never really consider it something that i can get up the street.

anyway, i realized that i was not using these little pads - even though i really wanted to - because my supply was getting low. can you even imagine that? i can't and i'm the one doing it. at any rate, once i caught myself - and confessed to my laughing husband and mother - i started using them with impunity.

i've moved on to nursing pads now. they are $7 a box which i keep reminding myself every time i consider re-using a thrush covered pad. what's thrush you ask? oh that's another post for another day. when i have the energy.