February is for failure

Ah, March 1st is finally here! Yipee. I really think February is the crappiest month of the year. It's cold, it's been cold for months, it's still dark early in the day, and the only holiday is Valentine's day, which is highly overrated.

Plus, this year I swore off all spending excluding food and necessary household supplies (think toilet paper and dish-washing liquid), which was no fun at all.

And remember my self righteous post about vowing to practice yoga EVERYDAY all year? Well I managed to get sick and forget all about it.

Yes, I failed miserably at all of it -- my new year's resolutions are officially over, and my month of no spending a misadventure.

Hooray for March 1st, is what I say. Adios to that shortest, shittiest month of the year.

In my own defense. I did cut WAY back on spending, but I simply could not forgo a really tempting groupon ($15 for $35 worth of beer food at Sessions Public) or the best Internet deal ever on a skidless yoga towel (Hey, I may not be practicing every day, but when I do practice I need the right accessories, do I not?).

I also could not say no to an outing to Staples to get poster board and modeling clay for my girls on a particularly long rainy Saturday, or to stay away from Target for one day longer. I did made it until  the 26th, but my people needed things. Things like shoes and socks, and well, if I saw a cute bathing suit for my middle daughter, who honestly is busting out of all of last summer's suits, who am I to be blamed for buying it for her. Am I right?

I may not be. But I don't care. I'm over it.

February was a lesson in depravity deprivation, and I didn't much like it.

Welcome spring!