For several weeks, you (my ever-patient readers) have put up with my whining about explaining some instances where indecision drove me batty. (Well, I was already nuts, but let’s not split hairs.)
Over the last couple weeks, things have started to fall into place. We have found a contractor to do some work on our house. He is a friend-of-a-friend, but this still doesn’t stop me from worrying that he will run away with our down payment (after he does the demo work, of course), or that he will do the work, but not correctly.
It also hasn’t prevented me from obsessing over finances in general because I don’t like spending large sums of money. (In case you were wondering, “large sums of money” is anything over $50.) I get tightness in my chest twice a month when I pay bills (especially the mortgage) and my knuckles ache as my hands clench my checkbook. If you think that’s bad, you should have seen me when we bought our car. I felt physically ill and didn’t know who to call first – the ambulance or my work to call in sick 🙂
Decision #1 – After combing through home improvement stores and discount stores, we managed to piece together our shower tile selection. Can you believe it – we actually agreed on the tile color and texture?
Even though we found discount tiles, the purchase still hurt. If you think I felt empty without this decision lurking unmade in the back of my mind, let me set the record straight. I have filled that worry space with another concern: “Did I buy enough of the different tile sizes?”
Math is not my strong suit. (I majored in Psychology for a reason). I did the measurements and calculated the square footage. I figured the tile needs based on responses on Yahoo! Answers. Boy, I hope these people weren’t just having some fun, or playing a cruel April fool’s joke. (Note to self: check the date of the responses.)
Decision #2 – We came to an agreement on our dishes. We chose….none of our original selections. That’s right. We bought dishes, but it was neither of the patterns mentioned in the post I linked to in the first paragraph.
We went to a Corelle outlet store over the weekend and they had a great sale. The 16-piece box sets were still expensive, but if you bought 20 or more individual pieces, they were 50% off. Great; more math.
I pulled out my cell phone and used the calculator to figure out the cost of eight plates, salad plates, and bowls (we didn’t need the mugs.) Since we could get these pieces for less than the cost of one of the 16-piece box sets, we bought them.
It feels good to get these major minor decisions made, but I’ve come to realize I owe a long-overdue apology to my dad. <sigh.> Here goes:
“Dad, you were right. I’m sorry I didn’t believe you when you warned me I would use math in my daily life. I thought you were tricking me; like when you told me being an adult was hard. Joke’s on me. Ha, ha.”
Do you make decisions easily, or do you research them to death? As an adult, what advice from your parents have you found to be true?