Tuesday, July 26, 2011

Goof-ups and G's, as in cash money (no records)

Babies are expensive.  From the first moments of gestation to, oh, age 25, they spend more than they make.

There's the extra doctor's appointments and blood draws, the maternity clothes for mom's expanding midsection (and backside), the nursery gear, the pregnancy photo session, mom's cravings for McDonald's... shoot, even pregnancy tests are expensive at $10 a pop (I'm just happy we didn't have to take too many to confirm)!  Then they're born and there are the hospital bills (I know insurance gets a bad rap, but I feel lucky to have it at this point), the pediatrician appointments, the diapers (why couldn't I have invented those?), the wipes, the "must-have" clothes and toys, day care... Even with so many generous family members and friends who've gifted us with items we both really needed and just wanted, we've spent G's on Audrey.  We knew that we would and we're just fine with it.  We want our baby girl to be comfortable and though we know that money can't buy happiness (hers or ours), it sure can help when spent appropriately (thank you $100 Graco swing-n-bounce and $400 BOB stroller and $.30 each diapers).

Knowing that we will be spending (and saving) lots of our hard earned cash to provide for Audrey for many years to come makes it even harder to handle the goof-ups... like, me running my car into the frame of MiMoo and Poppy's garage the other week.


Oops.  I could blame it on baby brain or the dog or the sun shining in my eyes.  But, let's be honest, I just wasn't paying full attention.  And I could kick myself.  Blake could probably kick me too if he were that kind of guy.  Granted, it could have been a lot worse, but man, that was $500 in deductibles we would have liked to spend somewhere other than Penske Honda.


CRV ouchie. $$ Band Aid.

Then there are the other "goof-ups" that while not any one's fault, are regrettable just the same...  Take the beautiful new sewer clean-out and sparkly clean sewer line that now live in my front yard.  That was a super fun way to spend two days of my life and 55 boxes of premium, sensitive butt diapers worth of Gs. 


$$$ hole in our front yard and shiny new pipes.

And the cyst that developed on my inner lip back in January that I finally had removed.  That was another super fun (and painful) way to spend a morning and a couple of bucks I'd like to have back.  You also have the dog with the digestive problems and chronic diarrhea that can only be cured by the most expensive dry dog food on the planet and meds, lots of meds.  Potentially true statement: Toby has cost more Gs than the baby at this point. 


Mom, give us some $$$, we want to go out.

Mom, my dog food isn't good enough for me. 
I'm going to eat your plants instead

Mom, this set of pajamas is TOO small.  Buy me new ones.
Your feet stink.

There are also the goof-ups that don't cost Gs, but do take a toll on the sanity pocketbook.  Like... forgetting to clean out the gutters and ending up with gallons of water in the basement.  And like leaving a dirty diaper in the backseat of the car overnight.  And not just any night... the 90+ degrees at 2am night.  Sweet Lord, why me?!

But anyways, like I always say, when it rains it pours. Sometimes the rain is good.  Sometimes it costs you Gs.  Lots of Gs.

Word,
Ms. G

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