Surely, many of you feel the same, especially this time of year. I really shouldn't complain. Debbie does the mega shopping for the family. I can't say she enjoys it but she's really good at it ... she's focused, organized and she approaches it like a military operation. She does it old school with written lists, multiple stores, wrapping everything herself. There are no Amazon drones flying over our house.
Today, I finished up "my list".
Yes ... I have a list too. Don't be too impressed. I didn't create it. Debbie gives me the list. It's all the things that she wants. Kinda like telling Santa ... on steroids. The list has gift size, color, where to get it, even what floor its on and a hand drawn map of the inside of the store (kidding, if its available I use the actual printed floor plans). Oh and she usually includes the factory number too.
Our very first conversation about this years ago went something like this:
Me "Honey, I can buy these things any time of the year if you already know they are coming."
Deb "I want them under the tree on Christmas."
Me "But you already know what they are."
Deb "So?"
Me "So tell me why I'm wrapping them and surprising you with them on Christmas."
Deb "I like to unwrap them."
Me "And you imagine that you don't know what they are?"
Deb "No silly! I know what they are. Just do it. Here's my list ... Now give me your list."
Me "I don't have one."
Deb "Why not??"
Me "Because I just buy what I want ... usually."
Deb "HOW COULD YOU? CHRISTMAS SPOILER."
I learned my lesson.
Today ... as I dodged shoppers and baby strollers (which I have decided are used by moms as assault weapons) and loaded up my car with goodies, I thought about Christmas morning. The kids and the babies opening their gifts and Debbie right next to them opening her gifts looking every bit as surprised.
Merry Christmas to all!
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