Haemorrhaging cash
It's a constant process of handing over the plastic, punching in the four digits, and waiting for the bill to arrive. I've become so uninterested in even seeing the bill I have set it up to leave by direct debit. The big things make a huge impact for a short time, but the little things just keep on coming.
There's been no counting of the expense of having Junior, because the return on investment has been fantastic. But looking at it pragmatically I realise I worry about spending in the wrong areas.
How?
Well, another major milestone last week with the arrival of the new car seat. Forward-facing, no less. Is that one of the items in the morphing process that takes place between baby and toddler? If it it then God help us, we're morphing. With the arrival of the car seat brought about new accessories. What? Well, you don't buy a new dress and not get a new handbag do you? What the f**k?? The hanging Pooh bar that Daddy bought the day Junior came home from hospital only suits a rear-facing car seat with a carrying handle. he new seat doesn't, and hasn't. So that's a new toy needed, one that hangs from the back of the front seat that he can play with whilst seated.
£200 for a new seat and we need a new toy to go with it? OK, that one I can see.
What I can't see is the constant shelling out for nappies and food, although he's not on jars (only on home-made solids) so there's a blessing. The rear-facing car seat has cost just shy of £20/month and will be retired. And that is very "ouch". But in the blink of an eye there's probably that in nappies (and accessories) and food (and accessories). So why did I baulk at £200 for a new car seat that should last almost 3 years?
