Valentine's Day is looming and I am still trying to save for tyres [at $450 per decent tyre, I need a minimum of $700 to be safer on the roads. I almost have $130 saved and the panic is starting to sink in] and I really want to get something nice for Beloved and Adorable, but...
Staying alive is a huge fiscal drain right now. Staying on top of everything is a juggling act and... eeps.
I feel guilty about needing tyres.
I want to do good things for my loved ones, and needing things to look after myself kind'a feels like I'm stealing from them.
And then I remember that all I got for Christmas is sock money from MeMum. And I feel bad wanting things. Because my brain is a quagmire of self-recrimination.