The other night my wife and I went grocery shopping after we went to the gym. I actually didn’t need anything, so I was expecting not to spend any money. Little did I know, that I would end up spending the most money between the two of us! Here’s what happened.
Apparently I Needed Things
So, when I walked in the door I felt like I had the right mentality. I said “I don’t need anything, so I won’t get anything.” Once we got to the cleaning aisle, we saw some drain cleaner and I recalled that I did indeed have a purchase that needed to be made. Our bathroom sink has been getting clogged more frequently lately, so I actually did need to make a purchase to take care of that thing. This was a purchase that I needed to make that I was comfortable with.
It’s important to me that I be able to take care of the house as best I can. My wife works full-time, is in school full-time, and has to deal with a dramatic (but in a hilarious way) husband full-time, in addition to taking care of the dog part-time. Really, it’s the school and work that keeps her busy, which is why I think it’s important that I carry the extra weight around the house. I do the laundry and try to clean as often as I can to be the helpful and supportive husband my wife deserves.
Opening the Floodgates
I didn’t realize it at the time, but opening my mind to that one expenditure opened the flood gates. I got milk, because the milk I had at home was rotting nicely in the fridge, some nuts to snack on, some bacon for that night, some cereal for lazy meals, and some other food items that I probably didn’t need. At the time I was alright with these purchases too. Even though I had broken down and got things, when I was certain I didn’t need any, I accepted these purchases as necessities. As long as I eat that cereal and milk instead of going out to eat for meals, that’s money that is well spent.
So far, we’re okay with the spending. I gotta eat, I gotta keep the house clean, and I gotta do what I can to stop from eating out. All justifiable expenses. We thought about saving ourselves an extra trip and getting dog food right there and that’s when I broke down. Hard.
Cry Havoc and Let Slip the Dogs of War
I’ve wanted a dog longer than I can remember getting our first dog. I know our first dog was a golden retriever named Sierra but I can’t remember getting her. So getting our Brittany, Deli, was a big deal for me. That dude is a ball of fur and teeth that goes from 0 to 100 in a nano second. He wines, gets me up at 0400 every morning, bites my heels at all hours of the day, and looks handsome doing it. Pretty happy to have that little guy in our lives. He’s melted the ice around my wife’s cold, cold heart.
But here’s the deal, whenever I think about him being home alone when I am out shopping, I immediately feel bad about it. I mean, he’s a dog, so him being alone isn’t a big deal. He needs to be alone sometimes to become a well adjusted man-about-town. It’s a necessary evil. But whenever I see treats or cool toys when I am in that mindset, I have no control. In fact, me saying “We need to leave this aisle NOW! I HAVE NO CONTROL!!” is something that actually happened that night.
That’s the issue that I have with my spending right now. I make purchases based on emotions far too easily. I need to work on that and I hope that moving forward my resolve to not buy things aside from the essentials will be stronger. This blog is all about making those good decisions moving forward, but it will never be about feeling bad or making people feel bad about their decisions or lifestyle. And, to be fair, his new tug toy was actually a necessity. He loves tug of war, but his tug toy from when he was a smaller puppy is too small now. I can’t handle too many more accidental, full force bites to my hands.
Fellers, the toy that threw me over the edge was the doughnut chew toy. I can’t even. I love doughnuts. My wife loves doughnuts. Deli can’t eat them, but now he gets to chew on one! Once I got that toy, we got him a pizza chew toy, a tug chew toy, and an antler/horn to chew on. I lost all control. On the plus side, when we got home he was only interested in that stinky (it actually smelled real bad once he started chewing it) horn, so the next night when I went to get his food, I wasn’t swayed at all by the cool, fun puppy toys. I had come out of my moment of weakness stronger and more capable of denying my emotions when it came to purchases.
But for real, who could not get something for this guy?
Stay strong, Fellers!
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