Sales make me feel rich. Which, quite unfortunately, I most certainly am not. I don’t know what it is about that red ‘SALE’ sign that pulls me in like a moth to a flame. It’s becoming a problem. Especially now that I’m on maternity leave and have ample time to partake in the sport of online shopping. So much more fun than basketball or soccer in my humble opinion. And much safer, too.
Anyways, I finally realized I had a problem this weekend. All week, I had been checking out miscellaneous items (on sale, of course) at a store I absolutely, no word of a lie, adore. It shall remain nameless but let’s just call it Restoration Hard-To-Resist. So the weekend rolls around and guess what I decided would be a fun outing for my family? Yep, just a regular day shopping for items we either don’t especially need or can’t really afford.
I’m sure you can see where this is going. A ‘fun outing’ turned into a stressful shopping excursion from hell. Obviously that’s what was going to happen. There we were in the store I love that was full of items I want. What’s a girl to do? Well, this particular one did what comes naturally to her — she shopped. She shopped because it was a sale and such a good deal and it just wouldn’t make sense to pass it up and who knows when I’d ever find that particular dining table on sale again. Because that is the dining table of my dreams and will make my life so much better.
Except it really might not be the dining table of my dreams and I’m not quite sure I will even like it once it’s in my house.
That’s the problem with sales. You think you’re in love and only later realize that it was more of a one night stand. But, dear God, that momentary thrill is just something else.
So, back to my story. I bought a freaking dining table in about the span of five seconds. A dining table that might just be too big for the room. A dining table that cost me much, much, more than I want to spend. A dining table that I have no chairs for. Oops.
I realized my stupidity as soon as I walked a few feet out of the store. I think it was the fresh air that brought me to my senses. Perhaps it was the weight of the invoice in my hands. Or it might have been my scowling husband and hungry children who I had dragged along with me.
In any case, I had to do the worst thing I've ever done.
I had to hang my head in shame and walk back into the store….and cancel my order. Sigh.
And no, my husband refused to do it for me. No matter how much I begged him.
And to think I cook dinner for this man every day. Well, most days. At least a couple times a week. Unless there happens to be an unbelievable sale that I just can’t miss….
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