Bad Credit Girl

I don’t know why I keep on accepting my mom’s invitations. Every time I see her, I bring back home the most horrendous headache!

This story begins yesterday with me and the girls doing shopping. It got late so we couldn’t go to The Peninsula Hotel as we planned. It was a real pity, cause we walked so much that the massage would had been fantastic.

Although my card hasn’t arrived yet (still waiting!!!), I couldn’t resist and I bought the trench (just the trench!) and, after choosing this beautiful Polo for my dad, I didn’t even ask for the black pumps because I suddenly had the impression that my credit card would finally let me on my own at the store (I had used it several times before buying the trench).

The thing is, this afternoon I had no better idea than wearing the trench to see my parents (bad, bad idea!) As soon as my mother saw it she began doing accounts regarding how much could it had cost, and what is that I was thinking about throwing my money that way. Leaving the trench away she had to talk about my shoes and then these “unnecessary luxuries that you give to yourself” and, by the time we finished lunch we had reviewed all my credit status.

Ok, I must admit it, most of the time I have no idea of how much or in which things I spend my money, but is it necessary to remind it to me every time we see each other? (oh yes, is absolutely necessary, I forgot she is my mother!) Fortunately, I was clever enough not to tell her about yesterday’s plan! (although as I said I neither had the massage nor the tea at the hotel)

Once she had finished making me feel horrible, she realized we had almost finished our lunch, so she went to the kitchen to bring the dessert. As she left the room, I gave dad the Polo and told him not to say a word!!! mom served the dessert, and she finally dedicated to enjoy the family lunch. Dad seemed to like the present very much and he smiled at me as if we had a secret (and we did have one!!!) the greatest thing of this was that mom realized something was happening and she hates missing things. She didn’t say a word but I knew she was furious… I took it as a little revenge and finished eating with a big big smile (Thanks dad, I hope your new polo will look great on you!!!).

You are not going to believe it, but I’m still hearing my mother’s voice in my head saying “you have to get organized” (let’s see, I am not saying the woman is wrong, but if getting organized was so easy…I would have already done it!!! ) As if my mother was not enough, the first thing I saw when I got into my house, were those stupid credit card statements which were still waiting for me on the table … very determined, I look at them…took them, and threw them out of the window!

I know in one way or another they are going to come back. But until it happens I’ll have some time to think … at least, none was red yet!