Friday, March 8, 2013

Whateva Ya Want

The real luxury in having an only child is giving them what they want without any me toooooos or what about meeeeees to make you feel guilty.  Oh wait, we can't just buy them toys and make them happy.  I beg to differ but whatever you say.  When I was working and had more disposable income and wayyyyyy more time to browse on the computer and blog apparently, I would buy LO a lot of stuff.  I have slowed down on the stuff and definitely clothes but if she sees something I will mention it to Grandma or Poppy and voila or even myself.   It is hard to say no when she is so damn funny and cute.  And she thinks that I am awesome 95% of the time.  Flattery realllllly goes far with me.


Sooooo, I have been trying to cool it lately as it is her birthday in two weeks and we can't buy everything. I don't want her to be given every material item that she wants. Then came the headband drama.  So LO went to a friend's house and there was a hair wreath/headband thing and she wanted it.  So as we were leaving the very nice Mommy said that LO could borrow it for a couple of days.  LO wore it non-stop, slept with it and told everyone that her most bestest friend had let her borrow it.  

I asked one of the moms at her school if she could make one as that is her craft and she said that I could easily make ten headbands for $15 by visiting a local craft store.  sigh.  Sooooooo I spent $45 and made eight headbands of varying designs all of which LO rejected.  I kept reminding her that we had to give the headband back but (HERE IS THE NEXT MISTAKE IN A STRING OF MISTAKES) maybe the other girl would trade her one of the delightful headbands that I had made.  So the little girl came over and chose a lovely headband made by me and LO is practically shaking with excitement but like all two year olds changed her mind leading to total devastation by LO.  She wasn't angry but tragically disappointed.  The break my heart, run to the store and buy her the same flipping headband but I didn't.  I made A LOT of mistakes such as letting her borrow it, trying to "make" something, suggesting she might want to trade and just about everything but in the end we both learned a lesson.  

We aren't borrowing anything and I have to teach my kid that other people have things that we want and don't always get.  LO and I talked about it, like a couple of adults and she understood and my heart burst at her total and utter awesomeness.  I didn't grow up in this crazy town but it looks like my daughter will, so it is probably better to learn the lesson early.  I was at public schools after the 5th grade and very few students had any kind of wealth and I mean wealth like someones dad was the vet and another a dentist.   The extremes in So CA are so blatant, that it helps me to feel so grateful for what we have and not the least bit jealous of the extreme wealth.  Maybe a little of their abundance of furniture.

I talked my mom into this ridiculous dress that doesn't fit and this ship that
was more than my Valentine's Day money.  Hahahaa suckers.

Biatch, buy me the damn headband or I will totally talk about
the incident in therapy.