This is me throwing in the towel, raising the white flag and accepting defeat.
This week I am not going to be frugal and I am just accepting it.
Please do not misunderstand, I have not gone out today and bought a Chanel Bag. I am just accepting that this week I cannot be as frugal and as organised as I would like.
Last night, I got home at about 8pm after work and some chores. Quite frankly getting home at that time means I have as much enthusiasm for ironing as Carmen Electra does for quantum physics . So I just headed for a bath, bowl of cereal, an episode of House and then bed. Sound like a healthy diet to me.
I did not buy bread, I did not clean and I did not sort out a work lunch for today.
So there it is. This week I am giving up and to hell with it. Bought boxed salads, may God save my soul.
Today is The Chaps' 40th Birthday. I could get home and clean and iron and knead dough etc, but sod it. We are going out for a Chinese, a 'vino collapso' and some snoggage (to clarify - with each other). I will do my best to look a sultry siren of the deep tonight. Ummm, now how does that go again? Suspect it involved matching underwear and the liberal application of a ladyshave.
I hereby promise from Sunday, I will be an organised Frugalite keen to spread the message from the highest rooftop and extol the virtues of substances like hemp, bicarbonate of soda and white vinegar. I am not going to go shopping, I just am not going to worry about a clean house, or a perfect life for a few days.
Somethings are just more important, and The Chap most definitely qualifies!
P.S. I loved reading your comments yesterday, thank you for taking the time to write them. It is good to know you are not alone x