Today my husband turned 33. For some weird reason I’m totally building my confidence as a teacher but completely failing as a wife. I didn’t plan things in time to sneak buy him a present, yet this year he bought me the sweetest thing. I felt awful and apologized profusely.
Next comes Valentine’s Day. Same situation. Me with nothing while he’s buying jewelry for the first time ever. I’m feeling pretty crappy about myself. But I promised myself I’d make it up to him for his birthday.
But… you guessed it. No time to sneak out, and I’m left standing empty handed. Yet again. But I had a really good idea. I knew I wouldn’t be able to get to a decent store because with three kids and living an hour away from a store other than Dollar General, let’s face it, that’s impossible. So I went to plan B. A surprise party would be my gift!
I sent out the message and got it all arranged. It would be Saturday afternoon. His dad would be the distraction. Then I get a text while I’m at work. He bought a cake mix and is going to make his own cake with our girls. Fine. I’ll let it slide. Then I get home and he wants me to text everyone to come over for cake and ice cream. I try to postpone it, saying maybe tomorrow or well we have softball practice tonight. Think it worked? No. I mean I easily could have lied, not sent a text, told him I’d already arranged it for the next day… but I suck at planning surprises or anything really. I mean look at my failed present buying history.
So, we had the party tonight. And he had no idea it was supposed to be a surprise for tomorrow.