The beginning of this year marked what I knew was going to be a packed summer. Between the weddings, parties, and chores that needed to be completed, I was prepared for a rather expensive, and swamped, summer session. Maybe not as prepared as I would of liked to be, but that's besides the point. Really. Heh.
I kept telling myself, and my poor boyfriend who got dragged along for the ride, that once we hit September, we'd be fine. No more hectic schedule, no more running around buying things and doing things and, generally speaking, acting like a headless chicken on a bad day. Which, if you think about it, is pretty bad. We made it through the whole set, maybe not gracefully, but definitely intact on the other side. Thankfully.
Here's where the problem comes in though. We made it through all the events okay, only for me to start working every weekend. And now, as the holidays creep up on us, I'm finding the schedule's filling back up again. And I'm already planning for next year. What happened to the time off?!?
This month finds me juggling weekend work (still), a date at the opera with one of my girlfriends, dinner with some friends (home made korean food at my house...yumm! but pricey - ouch!), and a UFC fight night at the local sports bar, courtesy of my anniversary present to BF. That carries me up through to the last weekend, which will be a friend's costume party, my boss' costume/40th birthday party, Halloween, and my mother's 50th. All in the span of four days. Holy hell...quick someone catch me before I pass out.
Too late.
What's extra sad is that's not even covering everything I wanted to get done/need to get done this month. BF and I were hoping to make it to the sports bar for two Packers games this month (vs. Miami - Go Fins! and vs. Vikings - booo!) and I'm still trying to squeeze in a visit to either Knotts or Universal for their Halloween night. Then around corner lies Thanksgiving, my grandmother's birthday, my sister's birthday, and Christmas. Add in a potential out of town visit from some old friends, and New Years, and I'm beginning to think I had it EASY over the summer. Dear goddess...
Here's what I don't get. Why do I do this to myself? I have the best of intentions - save money, hunker down, go cross country next year - and the long term gets blown to bits by the short term things that pop up. And I can't say no. Which sux! Sadly, Halloween Horror Nights is most likely out. The Pack games are definitely out (thank goodness for dual games later in the season) and we'll probably survive The Weekend From Hell at the end of this month if we duck real low. All the same though, I'd had plans for my money that decidedly did NOT include the plans being made. And yet...here I am, making them all the same. I think I'm a compulsive spender. I get my hands on fundage, and I have to spend it. Not on me necessarily, but more in general. Pricey grocery bills. Eating out all the time. A new shirt here, a date night there. It's the small stuff that sneaks up on me and then scares the bejeezus out of me, and my wallet.
I'm putting my foot down (as evidenced by the things I'm not doing this month *sniffle*) and I'm going to keep it down through to the end of the year. And when I get extra money, cause I will, it's going into savings. I have things I HAVE to get done next year. No question. So...I will. And then if I have anything left over, we'll talk. Heh.
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