I have only been more excited about a new appliance once before!
When DJ was still in the Neonatal Intensive Care Unit we bought a dishwasher. I was so ecstatic! Yep. A dishwasher.
DJ was recovering from major surgery and he had been very unstable, but he was starting to improve. We were told that yes, soon, he would be able to go home. Soon. No real date was given, but we were optimistic.
Then one night our dishwasher broke down. It was making all kinds clunking noises. It was old. It had seen it's day. The suds were in the water. Time for a new one.
I am not a spender. I hate parting with my money and am terrible at making major purchases since I investigate, compare, research. All in all, not a bad thing, but I take too long to make certain purchases. My hubby started joking that by the time DJ is a teenager, we may have a new dishwasher.
That was not the case at all!
The very next evening we were invited out to dinner with friends. They knew we spent our days at the hospital and suggested a restaurant close by. The restaurant was in a mall. We arrived early and decided run over to Sears and check out dishwashers.
I listened to the sales person. Not really hearing all the features he was listing off. Instead, I was thinking about how the unit had to be quiet, we would soon have a baby back in the house. And, since DJ was not going to breast, it would need a sanitize cycle. My baby would be coming home soon. Coming home. Soon.
I think David was ready for me to give the salesman the "thanks a lot, we will think about it" line, but I shocked him by saying, " So, this is a good one, eh? I guess we will take it, when can you deliver?"
Just like that.
That buying decision marked the first time since DJ went back into the hospital that we were planning for his return home. Alive. Thriving. Healthy.
Well, that excitement was almost equalled on Friday. David and I were messaging during the day on Friday. Canadian Tire was having a sale and the "Dyson Knock-Off" was on sale. Yippee.
You see, I HATE our old vacuum. It sucks...well, actually, it does not suck very well at all - that was the problem. It was bulky and I simply hated it. When I was pregnant with Anderson I slipped down the stairs while vacuuming and my hate skyrocketed! My children seem to equate four-letter swear words with vacuuming! Not a good thing when you want them to eventually inherit that household chore!
Friday, David came home with this.
It sucks...in a very, very, very good way!