The Sacrifice

As I looked down at my feet today, I noticed that not just one dress shoe had a hole in the toe, but the second shoe had also developed a loose stitch and was slowly creating a breathing pocket for my big toe. Classy, I know- the sad thing is that I wear them with the holes. But you know the feeling- it's the only pair that works with that outfit. There are several things (okay- many) that I just have learned to deal with. Holes in my shoes (and all my socks pretty much...), the elastic coming out of my underwear, only 1 bra that fits and even that one is beginning to fail me as the boobs that have been with me since 3rd grade are beginning to fade (which I'm very happy about- I just need to bite the bullet and get a new bra). I finally got new ice cube trays for my birthday (no joke- from my dad! He heard me talking about needing them) Those poor puppies had been with me since college. The list could go on and on. Those things seem like they will never make it up the list- and who wants to use what little money is left in the budget for such boring items. Somehow- the $800 a month for daycare and a 2nd loving home seems more important. The new toddler underwear is far more exciting than any I would buy for myself. (My husband might disagree) And even a McDonald's trip to see the kid's excitment is a greater deal than holeless socks. Those moments I can never get back. I can buy another pair of shoes anytime. (Or so I've been saying for several years.) Nevertheless, I'll gladly make the sacrifice.