It took three weeks to convince my husband that we needed a new air conditioner.
I thought for sure he would realize that the air conditioner in our bedroom was not working well, but he didn’t realize it for three whole weeks.
It felt like the longest weeks of my life. I knew that the air conditioner was not getting the room down to the right temperature, but he didn’t know that. I told him not to worry about it for the first few nights because he was so exhausted. The third or fourth night in, I woke him up in the middle of the night trying to tell him that it was like eighty degrees in our bedroom because the air conditioner was not working right. He was only half awake, and he said that there was nothing wrong with the air conditioner and immediately fell back asleep. The next night, I told him to check the air conditioner before he went to sleep, and the air conditioner just so happened to work when he was looking at it. That happened over and overnight after night. Every time my husband would go to check the air conditioner, he would tell me that there was nothing wrong with it because it was working right whenever he checked it. Finally, after three weeks of it working when he checked it, the air conditioner stopped working one night, and he noticed it. I was so excited that I actually started jumping for joy. He told me that we needed a new air conditioner, and I just nodded as if I had not been telling him that we needed a new air conditioner for three weeks straight.