My hand hovers over the fancier body wash I really like – on sale this week! – but I pause. “I should wait until January,” I think.
Sure, this holiday-month self-deprivation mentality is partly budget related. I spend a lot more in December, on anyone and everyone besides myself, than other times of the year, and tightening up discretionary spending where I can just makes sense.
But even right now, I could afford the body wash (especially since I’ve racked up so many ExtraBucks at CVS buying for everyone else!) And it doesn’t really make it any more or less affordable if I push the purchase off to January. Digging deeper, I know it’s not REALLY about the money.
It’s just a small manifestation of Holiday Mom Syndrome – the affliction by which we mothers feel we have to sacrifice all of our own wants and needs to make everyone else have a happy, joyful time, while also – and here’s the real rub – entertaining a deep-down fantasy that in the 11th hour, someone else will show up and make our dreams come true.