Tiny Decisions and Big Acknowledgement

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?

It’s Black…No, White!

Marriage is funny.  Maybe it’s because people are funny?  In life, I know that people’s tastes vary.  I understand that when I write a blog post, poem or short story, not everyone will like it.  I am aware that when I don my favorite clothes, someone will pity me for leaving the house looking that ridiculous. 

I’m okay with this.  Really, I am.  So I find it curious that I’m always surprised when I find that my hubby’s taste and mine are polar opposites.  Just because we’ve been married for so long doesn’t mean that he’s adopted my good taste.  (For those who aren’t familiar with me or my writing, that last sentence was pure, undiluted sarcasm.  It’s especially dangerous in large doses.)

For many weeks, we have been trying to find a contractor to do some work on our house (that’s another post – or eight.)  Hubby and I discussed ideas on what to do with our shower.  He wanted Travertine, I agreed it was pretty, but required too much maintenance (especially from a man who won’t pick up soap slivers off the floor!)  He then moved on to wanting shiny/glossy tiles.  With our hard water, constant cleaning would be needed to keep them shiny.  Neither one of us is up to that task.  I would prefer a smooth, matte finish, in a shade of brown resembling dirt.

With neither one of us budging on the shower tile selection, I decided to focus my efforts on rectifying another mistake.  A little over a year ago, I replaced my boring 16-year old Corelle dishes with an updated set of stoneware dishes. 

Chipped Plates

Children loading and unloading the dishes have not been kind.  The plates have not aged well, and some have suffered early deaths breakages.  I have an unopened box meant to supply replacements, but I’ve decided that Corelle is a better choice for our house.  I know of a home without children where our brand new beautiful stoneware dishes would have a longer, chip-free life.

Hubby and I found a Corelle square-plate pattern we liked, but I’d hoped to find a better price.  During my search for bargains, I found another pattern I loved and was so excited for hubby to see it because it cost less money, too. 

Mandarin Flower

I was deflated when hubby asked if I was serious and said something about them being “ugly, seventies flowers.”  <sigh.>

I’m disappointed, but not totally surprised, that he didn’t love the Mandarin Flower pattern as much as I did.  What does surprise me is that we have our walls painted, pictures purchased and hung, and furniture throughout the house – all proof that we are capable of reaching agreements.

Update:  After a couple hours spent helping hubby type up something for his work, he told me to order the plates I liked.  His green light should have sent me to the computer to click “submit order” before he changed his mind.  The problem was that I wanted him to agree with the choice, not sacrifice his opinion so I could have my way.

He did agree to see them in person.   If it doesn’t work out, there’s always that first pattern we saw, whose name pretty well sums up what I’m looking for:  Harmony.


 Do you and your significant other have similar or different tastes?