Frugality Vs. Reality: Cash Flow and Your Home Business
I used to read a lot of personal finance blogs but I’ve stopped because they mostly just make me feel like shit about myself. However, I think what Mrs. Micah is doing is really cool, so I stop by there every now and again. (She does a good job of differentiating herself from many PF bloggers by not being a psycho. Mrs. Micah and I can be friends.)
Anyway, she wrote a post called When Generics Bite Back — Razor of Death, the title of which is good enough that I wish I’d written it. In the post, she basically discusses how a generic razor ate her husband’s face and they’ve struck men’s razors off the list of things that are cool to buy generic.
Before I started my home business, I was a full time mama. I had dreams of being uber-frugal, but I always had an excuse. I was pregnant. It is Canada and therefore too cold to traipse halfway across the country to save a nickel on a can of peas. I am tired. Whatever.
But then I would read these PF blogs and read about people who seem to spend 20 hours a day saving money. It’s all they think about. When they shower, they’re thinking about ways to save money. When they eat, when they sleep, when they have sex, everything. (It’s entirely possible they have more sex than the rest of us because it saves them money on a gym membership. At the same time, they might need to do more laundry. OH THE CONFLICT!!!)
Eventually, I begrudgingly allowed that I was not the kind of person who could organize a grocery list around which brand of rice was on sale that week and I resolved to do my best and let the chips fall where they may. I’d still like to be the type of person who can feed a family of nine on $27 a week, but such is life. Sometimes you suck.
When I started working from home, though, then the PF stuff really came out. We’re not going to have a steady paycheck. Jack’s older and requires things like food. He has the tendency to grow, at inconveniently frequent intervals. I made new resolutions. We will eat nothing but brown rice and water. Not a drop of alcohol would pass our lips — that three dollars I would spend on a gin and tonic could be saved towards my retirement! We would be the frugal kings of the world.
The factor I’d failed to consider was that working from home actually tends to take more time than not working from home, at least in the beginning. When you’re at home, your computer is right there, and you hear the little bing that says you have new email. The idea of rinsing beans to make a nice hearty soup for three cents a serving just doesn’t cut it when you’re hysterical and overworked. Add pregnant with a toddler who has given up on sleep, well, it’s ugly in our house.
Basically, I liked what Mrs. Micah was saying. I like that somebody else out there realizes that not every generic brand is the same and that the You’re-Just-Succumbing-To-The-Marketing crowd are delusional. (Um, I work in marketing, so I kind of get it.) Micah’s face proves it. Jack’s wet bed when we buy generic diapers proves it. The horrible itchy rash every member of our household gets when we decide to cheap out on laundry soap proves it.
Cheap can be great, but it can also be a false economy. Perhaps the most frugal thing to do is actually put some thought into your purchases and consider the cost benefit ratio of cheap vs. chic. If your children will only eat Campbell’s soup (and frankly, having tasted the No Name brands, I can’t exactly blame them) you’re not saving money by buying El Cheapo Soupo. “But it’s five bucks a case!” the PFers screech. That may be. Congratulations, you just spent five bucks for your kids to pitch a fit and your soup to end up in the garbage.
I remember when Jack was about 6 months old and I was debilitated by postpartum depression. Jamie had just gone back to work after parental leave and I was too depressed to even do laundry — I would pull it together to do a week’s worth of work clothes for him and the rest of us got by on Febreze and the sniff test. I was terrified we wouldn’t have enough money — we actually made more on maternity and parental than we did on his salary — and I turned to PF blogs and message boards for some solace.
Don’t ever do that.
I came onto one board where the ladies were talking about a woman one of them knew from church. Apparently, the woman who wrote the post “caught” the other woman in the grocery store buying generic premade oatmeal. The vitriol these women had towards this other woman –who they had never met in their lives — was simply astounding. “I can’t believe she bought store-bought oatmeal!” was said in a tone that one would normally reserve for “I can’t believe she fellated the priest in front of the entire congregation while he was baptizing a newborn baby!”
Just do the best you can. Working from home can be really scary. When you don’t have gigs, you’re worried you’ll starve. When you do have gigs, you worry about what’ll happen when you don’t. It’s normal. Don’t let the psychos get you down.
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