Ok, I'm just gonna put it out there. I had little to no confidence in my hubby that he would pony up a gift for my birthday today. Let's just say...we've had a rough week. So, last night as I was perusing the endcaps at my beloved Tar-Jay and contemplating the 90% off valentine's stuff I needed none of...What did I spy with my little eye?
The Shark Steam Mop
I believe I professed my love for this wonder of all wonders a while back. I have been daydreaming about it for quite some time. But, alas, it's a little spendy for me and my frugal self. So I said...self, let's live on the edge...let's make a total impulse purchase and not feel bad about it...whattayathink? Self gave me her permission and in no time flat I had purchased this baby and we were feeling NO guilt.
That is, until today. I'm having a wee bit of buyer's remorse. I have yet to take it out of the box, for fear of ruining my chances of returning it. And to top it all off, the hubbs pulled through. At least I think he did. He ordered me something. Something that I apparently asked for and wanted real bad. I have no clue what it could be, but he seems pretty excited about it. This man doesn't get real excited about much, so I am totally on pins and needles.
So....my problem is this : I feel bad for spending all that green on myself thinking that I was being all big and bad and buying myself my own stinkin birthday present 'cause I was having a pity party. I doubted the MAN. And he knows it. I told him I was going to take back the steam mop. He laughed, and hugged me, and told me to keep it and enjoy my sanitized floors. I still feel bad.
What should I do? Help a girl out....