Happily Ever After…

happy eggsHappy is an excellent description of how I feel today. Pharrell William’s song Happy has been running through my head since last night and I think it’s going to stay put for a while 🙂 Check out the song – it’s sure to put you in a good mood.

To put it mildly, Daryle has been less than enthusiastic about my interest in the URB-E. I haven’t been trying to keep it a secret – how ridiculous would that be? But I haven’t been sharing my excitement at home either. No comments about the emails back and forth with URB-E. No discussion about the improvements in new design. No back-and-forth about “what colour should I choose, do you like the yellow?” So, for the last few days I’ve been uncomfortable in my own skin about not having told Daryle that I’d placed an order for my URB-E.  I’ve been waiting for the right moment to tell him: an elusive few minutes to ourselves after we’d eaten dinner, some time without the boys demanding our attention.

Last night was the perfect; the boys were in bed very early (not feeling well) and I had Daryle all to myself. After our dinner we chatted and then talked. We had an honest, heartfelt conversation about my URB-E purchase. To his credit, he kept his cool – there was no yelling and there was no storming away. We just sat together. This was certainly a different way for us to have a disagreement.

Our conversation began like this:

Me: I have something I need to discuss with you (his face blanched a little). I’ve been having a hard time finding the right moment to tell you about something, because I don’t want to upset you and I know you’re not on-side with this. I’ve put a deposit down on an URB-E.

Daryle: Absolutely not. No way. Forget it.

Me: It’s already done. It’s not your decision (perhaps this wasn’t the best choice of words).

We spoke for quite a while. He tried to convince me that it wasn’t a wise purchase, but I stood my ground. His main concern was my safety, mine was stress reduction. “Don’t I have a say when it comes to your safety?” he said. My reply was “Yes, of course you do, but I’m not doing anything extraordinarily risky.” I was touched that his concerns were only about my safety. I addressed all of the many safety issues he raised.

I had anticipated that money concerns were going to be a big issue, but beyond a question about the initial cost of the URB-E, the subject was non-existent.

As our conversation moved along, it was obvious that he still wasn’t happy, so I didn’t want to inundate him with my multitudinous points supporting my decision. I focused on him and just stayed put and let him lead the discussion. Being completely at peace with my decision, I just had to be there to help him understand that this isn’t an action against him, I made the purchase to make my life easier, less stressful. That’s important.

“Never go to bed angry” – isn’t that what they say? Well, in our time we’ve gone to bed spitting tacks many, many times. Let me tell you, one begins to numb after having one’s feelings repeatedly crushed to smithereens. But not this time. Hugs, kisses. We went to bed happy. While “happily ever after” is an unrealistic expectation, I’m thrilled to go to bed happy after we’ve had a disagreement. This is a pretty major milestone for us.

Now, I can openly and eagerly wait for the arrival of my URB-E!! Yay!

*** NEWS FLASH ***

The URB-E design has just changed again! I love it!!! I’ve sent an email to URB-E to see if my order will be completed with the new design… Check out the latest URB-E Commuter:

new urbe

About Christine N

I'm married to Daryle, Mom to two wonderful boys - Daniel and Andy.
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