My husband, God love him, is a wonderful partner, friend, and father, but he is the WORST gift-giver. Four years ago he bought me a vacuum cleaner for Christmas, and he STILL doesn’t understand why that was a bad gift. Three years ago he bought me an amazing soft, fluffy robe… That was an extra small (but thank you for thinking I could fit in it)! Birthdays have never been a big deal for us so maybe I’d get a card, but not much else. He’s never done anything for me for Mother’s Day (“I’m not HIS mother” but he could have HELPED the kids do something). This Christmas he didn’t do anything for me. Honestly, I think he has pretty much given up trying.
He used to buy me perfume, flowers, gift certificates to the spa. Years ago–when he worked at a private club in NYC–he had the chef create a custom birthday cake with a chocolate decorative topper for me. He carried it all over NYC, through the subway, and finally on Metro North back to Connecticut and managed it get it to me in one, delicious piece! Now I’m lucky to get him to buy milk on the way home.
I haven’t received a present from him in years, unless I bought it for myself.
Mother’s Day at the Spa
Last week he came home and handed me an envelope, “Happy Mother’s Day!”
He had won a door prize.
I was so excited! Haven’t had a spa day since before we were married and could really use a facial, mani/pedi, massage, you name it! What a great gift AND it didn’t cost us anything! Was all ready to call and make my appointment when I opened the envelope.
It was for my CAR! (To be fair, he didn’t realize it was for the car either!)
To say I was disappointed was an understatement.
But then I realized it’s STILL a great gift. I mean it includes an oil change, tire rotation, fluid top off, wheel cleaning, tire shine, full detail, interior vacuum AND gas fill up. They might regret that decision, as I have a 2000 Ford Excursion with a huge gas tank that is always on empty, not to mention it has layers of dirt and grime from 5 messy kids. I vacuumed it half-heartedly right before we moved, but quite honestly my kids are car slobs, so it needs a good detailing.
Is it as good as a day at the spa for me? No, but my poor old car will enjoy the pampering! And it will be nice not to have 5 year old Cheerios sticking to the bottom of my shoes every time I get out of my car.