I find myself tolerating commericals this time of year, to the point I often do not fast forward when I have DVR'd a show.
There are exceptions however to this holiday rule:
The luxury car commerical.
Specifically I find the Lexus December to Remember promotion the greatest violator my holiday cheer.
Why would I allow such a commerical to get under my skin?
Because I'm a stay at home mom on a budget and that's never going to happen.
That's the short answer.
The long answer goes something like this.
Strap in, it's a long ride!
Once upon a time, I worked.
I was a teacher in a fairly suburban and upper middle class school district where I made a relatively decent salary. My paycheck combined with Bry's let us live a rather comfortable lifestyle for two under thirty somethings. Lots of dinners out, weekend overnights to the city with friends, and a rather carefree view on spending. For the holidays, I would spend frivolously on my loved ones without much thought of budget, with the biggest purchases reserved for Bryan.
No, I didn't get him a Lexus, or even a TAG Heuer watch which he desired. I did however have the ability to buy what I wanted using my own cash, thus leaving a relatively untraceable trail of shopping expenditures.
The element of surprise was on my side on Christmas morning when he unwrapped gifts from a variety of stores and price points.
As his personal Santa, I'd like to think I did fairly well, except of course for the year of the pocket watch.
We all make mistakes.
With the addition of Moira and subtraction of my salary, I had to readdress my holiday shopping style. No longer could I just shop. Words like budget and responsibility became part of our combined lexicon, and I looked for sales and other incentives to keep the prices down.
For other family and friends' gifts, I made these concessions easily.
However, for Bryan, it was harder.
No longer did I have "my own" money. There would be no extravagant spending, as I had no money set aside for extravagance.
How could I, with no job or paycheck?
Besides this, Bry balances our books. This means with every expenditure, I must procure a receipt with exact totals. I do believe he would notice a few hundred bucks missing from the account, or frankly I cringe at the thought of him seeing how much I hypothetically spent on gifts for him.
So that's where my disdain for those Lexus commericals is rooted.
I can't frankly surprise my husband with a Lexus or pretty much anything with a relatively high price tag because he's the one with the money and the one that does the books.
I wish I could lavish my husband with the gifts I feel he deserves: the new extra large TV he's been drooling over, the awesome stand from Restoration Hardware, and that TAG Heuer watch he's longed for for years. But that's just not going to happen.
Instead, this Christmas, there will be gifts under the tree for Bry, however none will have the price tag even a sliver of which comparable to a Lexus. There will be something chosen by Mo and handmade from Maeve, and frankly that's about it.
I know he'll still be merry this Christmas with these gifts, however the thought of how much merrier he could be sporting that TAG makes me nostalgic for those past holidays, or at least that paycheck!
I should mention even if money was no object, I would never buy him a car, because frankly I don't see that as a feasible gift for anyone, even if it's a Lexus SUV.
It's Wednesday, so I'm linking up with the fabulous Shell over at Things I Can't Say.