My husband gets these ideas in his head. For awhile, he was convinced that he needed a Harley, another time he spent months researching SUV’s. Every spring, he tries to convince me of our dire need for a boat.
Having known him for a long as I have, I usually can just ride out these whims of his. If I just ignore him when he goes on and on about horsepower and Craigslist deals, he’ll typically just drop the idea. This time, though, he just kept wearing me down. Every night after the kids went to bed, he’d show me thousands of boats online. On weekends he would drag us all over looking at used boats, having us climb up on them and show us all of the features.
“Look! There’s a changing room with a mirror and a place to put a potty.”
“This boat could fit all of our friends.”
“Just think of us going out fishing as a family.”
“We will have so much fun together on the boat.”
I could tell that getting a boat was inevitable. Either I could spend the rest of my life hearing about and looking at boats or we could just get a boat and get it over with.
We’ve had the boat just a few weeks now. Spring has made an early arrival, making it warm enough to take the boat out for rides on the lake. And as much as it feels like swallowing glass to admit, the boat is pretty awesome.
I concede that it appears that the children find the boat to be enjoyable. Smiling and whatnot.
I guess, JUST THIS ONE TIME, Tate was right.