Chicken noodle or just the broth?

I wonder if I would spend less money if I posted everything I bought on this blog each day. Wait. That didn’t come out right. You know what I mean, right?

It’s not like I spent that much money today. Just $13 at Petsmart, $69 at Whole Foods, $8 at Aveda, $5 at the Bread Co., $20 at the coffee house and then $35 at Petsmart again (don’t ask). Shoot. That is a lot! Like, $115 a lot! Oh, and I got gas too! I just suck!

Who knew I was spending so much money, willy-nilly? I guess I just focus on all the money that I didn’t spend, like $50 on an aquarium for Auggie (sans fish), $25 on a book that I thought my brother would like, $40 on neato holiday towels at Restoration Hardware, $29 on these cool wooden blocks in a wagon and $49 on a fabulous wooden desk at Pottery Barn Kids… The list goes on and on.

I should just stay away from the mall. And stores of any kind. Good thing I don’t go to garage sales.

This all just proves my theory that I spend an average of $150 every day, no matter what I do. It’s sick and I feel all kinds of Catholic guilt about it. So there.

I had a another sick thought today that I thought I would share. As I was driving to one of our many consumer destinations today, I actually thought, ‘Oh, I wish I could phone in a blog entry on my cell right now.’ Isn’t that wrong? I need a life.

On a more positive note, I did something today that I haven’t done in a very, very long time. I read a magazine — uninterrupted — for over an hour. You see, Auggie fell asleep on the way to Whole Foods and I actually remembered to bring along something to read for once, so I just sat there in the parking lot while he slept. It was freakin’ wonderful. Eventually, I had to wake him up so I could use the ladies room (ahem — too much water), but he’d had a good, long nap by then. Maybe he should nap in his car seat every day…

Tim is having his wisdom teeth removed tomorrow, so send some non-puffy-cheek thoughts his way, will ya? We’re paying extra so he can partake of the nitrous oxide, since our stingy dental plan only covers a local anesthetic. Whee… Me too?

I know it sounds dumb, but I get all panicky and emotional when I have to be the one in control. It reminds me of the time when my dad had a melanoma removed during my first Christmas break at college. I had to go back to the doctor’s office after the surgery to get the post-op instructions, and I was like, ‘Whoa, I’m the kid here. I think you need to talk to his mommy.’

I’m hoping that it won’t be that big of a deal, but I just keep remembering my own ordeal with getting my wisdom teeth removed when I was 15. They were all impacted, so I had to be completely put under (which was a nightmare in itself since the dumb nurse couldn’t find the vein in my arm). Plus, I was a complete 15-year-old wimp and had the pain tolerance of, of… What’s something with a really low tolerance for pain..? Never mind. Let’s just say that I cried when I saw that there were only 2 Vicodins left.

Tim should have a much easier time of it, since his wisdom teeth are all out there for the world to see. I would think that his jaw would be pretty sore, though, because they’re probably going to have to open his mouth really wide to get at them.

I don’t know. I’m the kid here. I think you need to talk to his mommy.