I promised my husband a Corvette. Sort of.
I’ve written about all of the good things I’m doing, but suppose I should own up to when I’ve screwed up.
Well I did. Big time.
As city dwellers, we only have one car. I picked it out when we went car shopping. It’s sensible. It fits all of us, and luggage should we take family trips. Which we do.
It’s becoming clear that with two kids, crappy public transportation, and two jobs in different places, it’s time to start looking for a second car. We just run into too many bumps in the road where I need to hit the store, or pick up the kids, or whatever, but I can’t since we don’t have a second car. My husband and I discussed this at length. We discussed when we’ll buy it, and how much it should cost. We set a cap on price.
Any because I love my husband so much, and he’s been so amazing and wonderful, and he’s been such a good provider, friend, lover, the whole nine yards, I told him to look around and pick something he likes, even if it’s a little ‘out there.’
He did. He picked a Corvette. The problem is, it only has two seats. He takes our son to daycare daily. He said he understood, and would only drive it on weekends, or days that I took the car and took the kiddo to daycare. He said it could be our ‘fun car.’
Ummmm.. well, yeah. The problem for me is that this involves too much coordination. There can’t be any “Shoot, I’m running late, can you get the kiddo from daycare?” conversations, because the one of us with the Corvette won’t be able to pick the kiddo up. Which means we still have no flexibility.
Though we’d have an awesome time on the weekend taking a daytrip when the kids are with a sitter.
I brought up the practicality issue of having a Vette today, and my husband said I sucked the wind out of his sails, and for me to just pick whatever.
I’m totally to blame here. I told him I wanted him to pick whatever he wanted. I just assumed he’d pick something he could drive everyday. And since he takes the kiddo to daycare almost every day (it’s on his way to work), I thought he’d choose something with four seats. I didn’t realize he was looking into a ‘play’ car. It’s my fault for not clarifying ahead of time, though.
He’s not mad at me, bless him. But he’s disappointed. And he said I should just pick because he doesn’t want to deal with this anymore. And I feel like an ass. I love my husband to death and want to give HIM something when he gives me so much.
Here’s your chance to chime in. Help!
Update #1- September 3
I just called the husband since I’m leaving work early and I wanted to see if I should take the subway out and meet him, or just head home. He informed me, very casually, that he’s actually done for the day and at the Ford dealership next to his office checking out some cars. Whew. So I might not have to decide after all. I don’t want to!
Update #2 December 15 –
Well, I forgot to tell you all that we never bought the second car! Well, we DID buy a second car..an amazing Mercedes AMG. I should have known there was trouble when they were giving us a hard time about purchasing an additional full warranty with it, but we were able to. We had one GLORIOUS day with it before it DIED. My husband got it back to the dealership, and they essentially didn’t want to fix it. They gave us our money back. The next day, it was back on the lot (NOT a Mercedes dealership, I might add!). Sleezebags! Anyway, we have decided to pay off our current vehicle before going for another one.
(By the way, curious what my Marriage Project is all about?)