The not spending thing is going pretty well. But if it didn't on day 4, that would say volumes about my lack of character...tempting to keep that news on the DL (down low, for people who are not as cool as me). Really, though, the hardest part is doing without my daily liquid crack habit (um, on top of the one cup at home, of course). Sunday was the worst. We ran out of coffee at home. And my husband left for work at 6:30 am. And I had to get up and NOT have coffee with three screaming children. I actually considered starting the day with a glass of wine, but then, that would have just been trading one habit for another. I'm not sure how I made it through. The day is a blur.
So, I am down to only one cup of morning coffee made at home. This clearly correlates with my decreased efficiency. But what time I loose in not being as fast in task completion, I have saved in decreased bathroom trips. It is a wash in the end, except I save the $2.13 the usual cup of coffee costs.
Despite our family meeting to announce the "new plan" we had a hiccup this weekend. We went to the Natural History Museum and I had to explain in front of many, many, many, many people that I was not a cheapskate for not purchasing the $1.50 pencils for my daughters, but trying to teach them to embrace life free of materialistic possessions and save the environment. It sounded so much better in private.
The good news is, we haven't missed the TV! Unfortunately, this is disappointing as I was hoping this would be a big sacrifice to feel good about. I didn't realize the real culprit is Netflix. The $10 a month we pay for it is relatively worth it for hours of free babysitting - it stays.
An overlooked stumbling block was that making lunch for myself sucks. We are already scratching our heads about the three kid lunches. I am aware that with some planning, this should not be difficult. However, when you throw three tiny humans and 2 lab puppies in the mix, many plans seem to evaporate into thin air. It is not impossible that the dogs end up sneaking into the kitchen and eating a bag of six avocados, a pint of cherry tomatoes, and an apple pie, for example. Later, the bread goes missing. Then all of the cheese evaporates. "Maybe Rango ate it, mommy." "How did Rango open the refridgerator, sweetie?" "It must have been (fill in names of other siblings here.)"
Sometimes, the best laid plans fail. And then there is the biggest plan ruiner of them all: I don't feel like it. Anyone else out there with those sentiments? I just don't wanna. This one is a doozy. No fixing it, especially now that I don't have that second cup of coffee.