Back before I had a baby I used to love browsing the stores. I would spend hours at the mall or Target. Occasionally I would splurge and by myself or my husband something nice or fancy. It wouldn’t be anything major, just a nice pair of jeans or a new bottle of nail polish. The best part though was just being about to leisurely walk around the store and contemplate what I should buy.
Now, since having a baby, I’m like a mad woman when I shop. I simply grab things that I need (or think I might need) as I see them and throw them in the cart before my son has a blow out diaper or melt down in aisle seven. I miss the days of walking around Target with a Caramel Machiato in one hand, pushing the cart with the other and just looking around the house wares department in search of a new shower curtain or throw rug. There was truly something therapeutic about this kind of experience.
Since having baby my retail therapy needs to come from elsewhere. I can no longer spend hours at Target search of a shower curtain, and let’s face, I don’t shower nearly as often so why do I give a shit if the shower curtain is getting gross? So, I needed to find some other way to enhance my life with retail therapy.
Then I suddenly remembered my best, best friend; Amazon. I can sit up on the computer at three in the morning and browse through all sorts of things. I look for new baby bottles, read the three hundred reviews, pick out a new razor for my husband and even get myself some new nail polish, all while sitting on my unshowered ass in my pajamas in my living at three in the morning.
99 percent of the time my purchases contain at least one of the following items: breast milk storage bags, pacifiers (because ours are forever being eaten by our house), new nipples for our bottles, some sort of baby toy, or some random thing my husband needs. Very rarely do I actually splurge and get myself something lately, which is totally fine, I actually don’t mind this as much as I thought I would.
However, I’m coming to find this quite addictive. All it really takes is a few clicks and BAM, in less than a week I have all sorts of new things being delivered to my front door. There’s almost a high that comes along with ripping into that box from Amazon. I don’t give a shit if it’s just new pacifiers, the main word here is “NEW.” I like new things! There’s shiny and pretty!
I need to start containing my obsession though because my purchases all end up on my credit card. A few purchases of 26.50 a month doesn’t sound like a whole lot at the time but when I up with an 80 dollar credit card bill, I find myself a little pissed off about my new addiction. On the plus side, my credit score has gone way up since having the baby
because I put more things on my credit card than ever before!
So, here’s to hoping I can find some other less expensive way to get my high from new shiny things. We’re currently in the process of moving so less and less needs to be getting delivered to my house. But hey, there’s still no harm in browsing the “aisles” of Amazon, right?
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