I got most of my Christmas shopping done today. I say most because there was one thing left that I couldn’t buy with my “new computer” fund. I spent the money I was going to use for buying a new machine, into buying Christmas presents for my husband and kids. How’s that for a sacrifice? Now I’m going to be stuck with using a slow, G5 processor for the rest of my life, or until I can scrape together enough money to get a new computer. I’m happy with my choice. If I could do it all over again, I’d make the exact same choices.
I got something for my husband, something for Chloe and something for the boys. I know what I want to get for Darren, but I ran out of money before I could get it. So, I applied for another credit card and I was approved. It should be here within a week, and then I can proceed and get Darren’s present next week. I have avoided the crowded malls, the drama, of Christmas shopping, yet again. Am I good, or what?
I’ve somewhat calmed down from the drama of the past week. I haven’t told my husband what happened, yet, and I don’t know if I should or not. There’s a part of me that thinks maybe this is one of those things that he really doesn’t need to know about. Then there’s another part of me who feels that this is something I shouldn’t keep a secret. I’ve made excuses for what happened. I’ve tried to rational what happened. But the bottom line is I got used and it took me off guard. It angered me. I spent Thursday burning clothes and crying. I spent Friday with chills running down my spine and butterflies in my stomach. I have told no one what happened. I’ve written about it in my journal a few times, but that is all. It’s not something I want to shout from the rooftops.
At the end of the list of things to go over, I have my laundry organised so I won’t have to wash any clothes between now and my final. Seriously. I have just enough clothes to wear for the last day of classes, the review and my final. I didn’t even plan it that way.