New car, caviar, four star daydream
Ms.PSMMoney. It's a gas. So they say. Just when I started thinking about how expensive my kid was when he was little, he turned into a teenager. And before I had a chance to adjust, then came college. I don't think I'll ever recoup these recent losses. Spawn's gravitating toward Botany of all things, and while I'm very happy that he's found his groove, Botany isn't going to get me the old-age wing in his house that I thought we had agreed upon years ago.
Believe it or not, the advantage to college is that the money flying out the doors and windows is in one lump sum each month, not the teen "Hey, mom, I need $50 for shoelaces and mouth guards", "Oh yea, when do you need it?", "Uhhh, Coach said yesterday" conversations.
Luckily, for me anyway, I was beside myself with unidentified grief (I was in the Paralysis Stage but had no idea) his freshman year, so money didn't even matter much. I wasn't spending anything or going anywhere. I wasn't even going food shopping until I started to feel dizzy. And besides, it made me feel like I was still needed.
But now? I've been through Rehab and been needed enough, thank you very much. I'm good. Really. In fact, I think I'm knee-deep in Flirtation because I'm trying on new things and have, frankly, developed quite a case of the wanderlust. So these college bills are stepping on my last nerve. I'm ready for the little birdie to fly away. "You're going that way?" "Cool, I'll go this way. And, FYI, I'm taking my money with me."
As I look back, the Stages of PSM have been perfectly timed. They've been gradual and as kind to me as they could be. I talk a lot, but if I were free of this college bill right now, I might just tease my hair, put on some leg warmers and turn into 23-year-old me. Nobody wants that. So, for this next and last year, I'm thinking I'll be all dreamy about Satisfaction. Well, as I have time between all the hot flashes, bouts of insomnia, and mood swings.
Reader Comments (2)
Ah-h the money that has wings and flies away. There'll come a day when you have a little slack, but of course by then you may not want anything! LOL
Oh, Dannie, I sure hope that day is coming. Although, then, I'll struggle with the idea that I'm no longer needed, even as an ATM!!!