As wonderful as P is, he does have a flaw. He is gift-giving challenged. I can’t tell you how many music CD’s, DVD’s, powertools/shop accessories he’s given me over the years, but enough is enough! I’ve been happy with them all (well, mostly happy). But I don’t need another gift of music, or another movie, or another tool. Music and movies aren’t even my THING, for goodness sake. I like the occasional movie, sure. But if I want a movie, I am generally happy to rent it, or if I really really want it, I’ll buy it. Same with music. But these past few years, P has taken the easy way out (meaning: don’t have to think about it too hard) and has gotten me CD’s, DVD’s, and, of course, tools. The last straw was Mother’s Day when I excitedly opened my one and only present from the three of them (P, K and B) to find I was the proud owner of a new…..CD case. Yes, you heard me right. A CD case. I must be awe-inspiring as a wife and mother to have deserved such a lavish gift.
Lest you think I took this last one lying down, I didn’t. By the end of the day, P was made perfectly clear about what I do and do NOT consider an appropriate mother’s day gift (or gift for any other occasion) from here on out. I was fed up with receiving what HE’D like to receive. I was a bit rough on him, but it needed to be done.
See, I’m a girl. A powertool weilding do-it-yourselfer kind of girl, yes, but I’m a girl with a soft side too, which I’d like my husband to acknowledge. I like trinkets, and baubles, and things that smell good. I like getting my nails done, and my toes too. I like sentimental things for my house, like special picture frames, candles, etc. I like jewelry, for Pete’s sake! It’s not as if there’s absolutely nothing in the retail world he could possibly buy for me except media and tools! I'm really not that particular. I just want something that comes from the heart, that acknowledges my feminine side.
Cut to a conversation I had with B a few days ago.
Me: “B, do you know who has a birthday coming up in a few days?”
B: “Um, me?”
Me: “No, B. Mama’s birthday is coming up. Mine!”
B: “Oooooh, me and Daddy are going shopping!”
Me: “Oh, really?” (wondering how to pry without being obvious) “What are you shopping for?”
B: “Your birthday present, Mama!”
Me: “Oh, I see! Well……do you have any idea what kind of present you’re looking for?”
B: “No….”
Me: (boldly taking the bull by the horns) “B, be sure to tell Daddy that Mama doesn’t want any more music or movies.”
B: “Okay, I guess we’ll just have to get the tools then!”
Me: “Noooooooooooooo! I mean, uh, Sweetie, Mama doesn’t need any more tools. Can you tell Daddy not to get Mama any tools?”
B: “No tools?”
Me: “Right! Mama doesn’t want movies, music, or tools.”
B: “Okay, Mama.”
Me: “Or anything that needs to be plugged in.”
B: “You’re silly, Mama.”
Sigh.
I’ve done all I can. Sunday is show time.
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