I fully enjoyed sleeping in, eating a leisurely breakfast in front of the TV, and practicing my yoga routine on Monday morning. I met my husband at a local sandwich shop for lunch and slowly made my way back home for a relaxing afternoon. Ten minutes into watching Maury’s ‘My husband is cheating on me with my best friend’, I decided midday cable television wasn’t for me. I fired up my computer… and that’s when the trouble started.
OK, OK, honest truth? The REAL trouble started 15 weeks ago when I discovered our impending parenthood. I looked at my car, previously seen as perfectly reliable and safe, and decided it was a traveling death trap and I needed a new ginormous SUV ASAP. Before you say it, let me say it for you… ‘That’s a Californian for you.’
I shared my terror and newly discovered hatred for my car with my husband and he sweetly said, ‘Sure hon. You are more than welcome to get a USED car… as soon as you come up with fifteen grand cash.’
He’s a friggin’ laugh a minute.
Back to President’s Day, I clicked on the internet to surf some of the debt blogs I like to read and my home page pop up said, ‘CAR SALE – CAR SALE – CAR SALE!!!’ and of course, the photo was of my shiny new dream car. I began to think, ‘It won’t hurt to just test drive it. Test driving never hurt a soul’ followed by, ‘I wouldn’t have to finance much’ and ‘My raise will cover it’ completely ignoring the fact that future daycare expenses will more than eat through my raise AND my husband’s raise.
I put on my shoes and practically vaulted out the door in my excitement to get a new car when I received the following text from my husband, ‘Just wanted to let you know how much I love you and I’m so proud of how we handle our finances.’
I glanced up at the security cameras on the front of the house and froze, wondering if he was somehow watching me then remembered I had paid out of our budgeted cash for lunch and he had made a comment about how great it was to not use the debit card.
Daaaaaaaang it!!! Guilt ALWAYS works.
I went back inside to finish watching Maury and polished off an entire cantaloupe in the process. I had the rest of the afternoon to assure myself that my car is fine… it’s my patience that needs the work.