All day Sunday, I had a raging headache (maybe it was a migraine I’m not really sure) and couldn’t get shit done. Of course, since this wasn’t posted on Monday…right. ;)
So I had planned (as I always do, but it never amounts to much) to write the post on Monday. Seems reasonable enough. Yeah, until I realized that we had like no groceries at all and there were some great deals to be had. Yeah, I’m talking about couponing, but the lighthearted kind, not crazy chick clearing the shelves and shit.
I ended up spending around 9 hours shopping (with an official shopaholic) by my side. When I finally got home, I was freakin’ exhausted; not to mention broke as a motherfucker.
I spent like $500 yesterday between groceries, vitamins, household items and energy drinks (to maintain). Okay, the energy drinks don’t really hold a candle to the other stuff, but they were required and worthy of a mention.
Maybe it’s not so bad because I got 6 months worth of vitamins, almost a month’s worth of lunches for everybody and 20 or so boxes of cereal along with a crap-ton of other stuff. Still, $500 in a day stings—especially when it’s not in the budget.
My companion was perfectly composed and full of energy. She didn’t worry about the hundreds of dollars she had spent, nor did she want to collapse of exhaustion. That’s why shopaholics are like superheros, there’s no penetrating their shop-til-you-drop vigor.
I can’t do that. I’ve been kicking myself in the ass, since the first swipe of my credit card and mourning over every single receipt. In the long run, I probably saved around $150…but my whole day was spent shopping, drinking coffee and energy drinks, waiting in lines, driving from store to store and I’m spent.
Takeaway: Being a shopaholic is like being a superhero. Mere mortals may never possess the composure to execute endless days of incessant checking out and emptying our bank accounts.
How in the world do they do it?