fear of disappointing Chelsey

I think I've lived in fear ever since my darling little baby girl arrived that eventually I would disappoint her and I would hate myself for it. And yes, I am not perfect and the world did not revolve around her and I so life happens and you get disappointed...big deal, right?

We were lucky when she was in high school in that I had a great paying job and we had enough disposable income to be able to enjoy our trips where we would frivolously spend a lot of money at the mall. Now that she's in college (lots of moola to the school) and I've quit my great paying job to start over in another profession (lots less income) I can no longer afford the extravagant shopping of our past. So, the past two days of our shopping trip have been me trying to convince her that shopping at Nordstrom's Rack instead of Nordstrom's can be just as fun...right? And that the thrill of the hunt for a bargain might take a lot longer, but it keeps the money from slipping away faster.

I don't think she's been too disappointed (she did find some great buys) and she's sweet enough to never say anything to me. I know I created my own shopping monster from the past, but like I said, it was our way of bonding. We're definately having fun and still sharing stories about what's happening in our lives...I'll never be disappointed in myself as long as I make the time to spend one on one quality time with Chelsey.