Confession

So I have a confession to make. 

I hate my husband's birthday.  Loath, detest, dislike? Not strong enough.  I hate it.

I never seem to put together a good gift/party/anything.  (And sorry to family and friends who already know that I'm pretty bad at being celebratory on other holidays.)

Here are my reasons (or should I say, excuses?):

1. Creativity?  Unless it is related to sewing or finding new ways to ruin dinner, I'm below standard. 

2.  I asked him a few weeks ago what he wanted, and he gave me a bunch of lame answers like ties and books for graduate school.  The only legit gift he asked for (new basketball shoes), parents (kindly) took care of. 

Having a non-needy husband is great 362 days of the year, but it is lame on his birthday, Christmas, and our anniversary.  It is not like I don't have cart blanch (or whatever that French word for open range) on whatever I want to spend, but I know what he would really like, and if I brought home a Harley he'd be the one footing the bill.


3. The kids are no help.  Their ideas? 
"I'll draw a hand for him."  Maggie
"A pink BYU tie." Susanna



"Some awesome movie to watch with me." Tim
"Blue ties are good." Ami

4. I swear it falls on mother's day every year.  And he always takes care of mother's day stuff. 

5. Surprising him is nearly impossible.  He can tell when I am plotting, and though he pretends not to see things coming, he does.

6. Case and point?  We're on our way home from date night (Sushi week!) and I mention I have not been able to figure out what to get him.  Get this, he responds, "I figured you were struggling with this, there's a blu-ray the kids "got" me hidden in the file cabinet at home, that way if things went south, they would not feel bad."



I asked, "What about me?" and then look at where we are - the local natural remedy shop.  "I figured we could get some essential oils from you."  "But those are for my hobbies!"  "Yea, but when you're happy, I'm happy, and I would love some of these." 

I call bull.

So, we made him some ties.  It's kinda a family tradition started by his sisters.




When Ami saw the look on his face at homemade ties, she said, "Ok Dad, so I know the pink one was really stupid, but the others aren't that bad right? The pink one was Susanna's idea."

And yes, Ami currently thinks most of Susanna's ideas are not up to the family standard.