The margarine day

So here we were the other day, my husband and I, in a supermarket, arguing about which margarine to pick! Yes, yes, I know, times are hard and we’ve all been hit by the recession, even my two year old son knows better than to just waste his disposable nappies, but for me to be arguing about which margarine is cheaper in a supermarket! Well that’s just not on. Especially when the person I’m arguing with just bought himself a very unnecessary TV game!

I mean honestly, what happened to those good old days when supermarkets were a woman’s domain and we didn’t have clueless husbands towing along! Aren’t men supposed to be terrified of supermarkets and only venture there for condoms and cologne and even then only if there is no other stockist around the corner. Well ,yes I do appreciate men doing regular supermarket errands, but no, I do not want to be disturbed when I’m the one doing it. I am the lady of the manor, and I know best which washing powder works, which snacks Junior prefers and which floor polish lasts longer. I do not need competition in that department. So I do not want to find myself explaining to hubby what omega acids are in my preferred margarine, and trying to justify the price difference. That is a no-no.

So on that fateful margarine Saturday morning; I stood there wondering what had become of my sweet, usually laid-back-about money husband! Was it just the margarine or it was a deeper issue? As it turned out, it was actually a deeper, more serious issue! Apparently we were saving for a sports car and I had not been told about it. And clever hubby figured every penny would count, and omega fats or polysaturated fats or whatever, we would buy cheaper margarine. This was supposed to be his ammunition in trying to convince me that we had 101 ways of saving enough cash to buy his extremely important, necessary sports car.

Needless to say, the sports car proposal did not get board approval, and I calmly reminded the whole clan that they needed to leave the accounting and purchasing duties to me. Well yes….I am the accountant in this household and when it comes to money matters, I am king!