Shop til I drop

Letter love from Typo.

I've discovered something about myself.
When I'm stressed, over tired, or feeling out of control, I shop.
As a teenager I shopped a lot, but when I became a wife and mother I didn't really have the funds to do it and I stopped, after a few years of marriage and lets face it, after Michael worked his butt off to get his almost perfect job which pays him enough to cover the boring things in life, it has left us with money to shop. In our relationship I have always been the frugal one who paid the bills and Michael was the one who couldn't hold on to money if he tried. But lately it's been me, and to be honest I'm loving it. It's the one thing in life I can control. My baby doesn't sleep, my house is a constant battle that I lose more days than I win, but shopping? Shopping I can control. With William in the carrier walking around the shops he sleeps, Charlie loves to go in the elevator and always brings home a new car or book so he's happy to shop with me. So as superficial and mindless it seems it makes me happy. Now I just need to get my life back under control before I run out of things to buy. Who am I kidding, before I run out of money!

Williams new digs in our room. Complete with music, night light, vibrate and toys. Did we need to buy the most expensive one? No probaby not, but look its so pretty!

Charlie's new PJs. One of the many things that came home with us from Cotton On Kids.

New shoes? Don't mind if I do! Stripes? I love stripes!

Oh and pink in my size? I better take them as well!

Ohh dresses on sale at crossroads? I'll take three thanks!

Yes I realise I need to stop. Jacks birthday is in two weeks, the day before Easter and I'm trying to stop myself from going over the edge. 

I wonder how much stuff the Easter bunny can bring?