I love an epiphany. Actually I love the word EPIPHANY! Rather catchy I think. I had myself an epiphany a few days ago. Friday night to be exact. And it happened in the most unusual of places - Harvey Norman. For those of you outside the realm of Australia or anywhere else this big chain store has planted itself, then it is literally a big chain store selling all variety of goods for one's home. From batteries to fridges, lounges to cameras. They've got the lot. And no, this is not a sponsored post - although, hey, I wouldn't knock it back!
So the family and I toddled in there, the aim being to find a new fridge and TV for the new home. Which, if you haven't been following, you can catch up HERE and HERE. Our new kitchen has a much smaller fridge cavity, which means our humungous, kick ass, LEAKING fridge cannot come with us. Sad, I know. Anyhow, found the fridge no worries - my new best friend, Vonnie, was very helpful in giving me an even cheaper price than the already reduced one plastered on the front of said appliance, so I was a happy camper. Next stop - TV's.
This is where it gets tricky. Remember only a few years ago when you went to buy a flat screen TV and it was a million dollars???? Well, times have changed my friends. You can now get yourself a ginormous extension of your husband's penis plasma/LCD for under $1000. The one that was on special was $696. Great brand, great quality....blah blah blah. Down the back of the entertainment section was the "little" 31" flat screens. For half the price. Given that this TV was going to be put in the kid's playroom, and its only purpose was going to be for them to play video games and watch "normal TV" - not foxtel - I was quite happy with the smaller version. My husband - not so much.
To cut a not so long story short - he left the decision up to me. Approximately two minutes later I told Vonnie that it actually made me feel sick to think that we would have THREE big screen televisions in our house! THREE. I thought it was rather extravagant, and really did not feel it necessary......so directed her to the 31" at the rear. When I rallied the kids to head in that direction, Lochie saw what I was getting and his reaction was:
"Is that all we're getting? That little TV? What about when we play split screen?"
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I turned to Vonnie and said "Well that just confirms my decision."
I was actually quite horrified to think my kids just "expected" we would get a whopper with the lot. All the bells and whistles. I don't want my kids to think they need the biggest and best of everything in life to lead a happy one.
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| WHAT I SHOULD HAVE DONE IS TRACKED DOWN MY OLD PLAYROOM TV AND PRESENTED IT TO THEM WITH A GOLD RIBBON! SHAME IT WOULDN'T HAVE BLOODY WORKED ANYMORE! |
I relayed my epiphany via Facebook and was further miffed to hear people's opinions..... All saying I should have got the bigger one!
So - is BIGGER better?? Do you worry about your kid's expectations? Does a TV's size mirror your husband/partner's penis size?
