Well, Easter is almost upon us and I find myself uncharacteristically unprepared.  It just snuck up on me this year.
Being a student is really really hard, financially.  I'm sure most of you know this already.  But when you have a little one, well certain things need to be looked after.  Things like maintenance in the shameless lies we tell our children in order to bribe them to be good. 
Santa Clause, the Easter bunny, Leprachauns, the Great Pumpkin...whatever!!! 
This, unfortunately, costs money. 
In my defence, I DID grab a choco-bunny last time I went for groceries.  But that was in my usual spirit of preparing early for things like this.  I truly thought Easter was in April this year.  *Sigh*
So I'll buy a pile of commercialized Easter shit with money meant for bills, after which I will rob Peter to pay Paul.  Unfortunately, Peter charges 18% interest. 
This is why I hate commercialism.  It makes my life hell.  What am I supposed to do about it?  Tell Leah that there is no Easter bunny?  I could do that, but I'd like to wait a few years before I remove the little sources of joy that make being a kid so great and toss her into that black well of depressive reality.  Plenty of time for that later, I say. 
After all, who wouldn't take out a bank loan in the name of chocolate?