Friday, May 11, 2012

Mother’s Day Presents

I could be snarky about the whole Mother’s Day event.  
I could say that it’s just another day for making sure that the dogs are fed, the cats are safely outside and fed, that the dishes are clean and put away, that I wouldn’t have to cook, pick up or clean, but I won’t. 

Typically I don’t get worked up over holidays and celebrations and what someone gives me;  I go shopping and pretend that whatever I buy, they bought it for me, so there’s no hard feelings.

I could say that my son remembered.  
Even with all the TV commercials and other advertisement, he thought it was last weekend and said,
“Darn, Mom, I forgot to give you your Mother’s Day gift.” 

Scott promptly said, “You haven’t missed it, you goof, it’s this weekend.” 

I said, “Mother’s Day is next weekend.”

Scott said, “I don’t believe it.  You don’t know when Mother’s Day is, and if I forgot it, I’d never hear the end of it.  It’s always the second Sunday in May.”

Actually, if he had forgotten, he would have never heard ANYTHING, for the next day or so, because he hates the silent treatment and I wouldn’t have been in the same room with him.

Two weeks ago, a rather large box arrived for Scott. 
He put it on the stairs and said, “That’s your Mother’s Day gift.  Not that you’re my mother, but I want you to know I remembered.”

I’m good about not opening presents before their time, but this one has me curious.  
I’m sure that whatever is in there, won’t be taken out and wrapped.  
It will be handed to me as is, and I’ll have to sift through the paper or those pesky peanuts to retrieve it. 

I know that the box is too large for a book, or gift certificate, and it’s too light for a new camera lens.  
I know he wouldn’t purchase anything writer related and if it’s jewelry, it has to be the crown jewels.

Scott tends to have a one-track mind about things.  
Recent boxes contained boating paraphernalia, lines, a new anchor and some marine binoculars, so this has to be something boat related.

I’m stumped.  
I already have a custom life vest and we need NOTHING more for the boat.  I said, “It better not be some monogrammed boating thing.”

He didn’t say anything, so I guess I’ll find out on Sunday.  
In my world, it’s best not to get your hopes up for the crown jewels.  
Then again, he hasn’t seen the American Express bill…


Wishing you a Happy Mother's Day.   I'd love to hear from you, so email me at aitken.helen@gmail.com

Have a great day.

3 comments:

  1. sounds very similar to my house. My husband usually remembers but never wraps, unless you call a plastic bag wrapping. Which he does. He hands it me and says, "Look! I wrapped it myself." Thanks for the smile.

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    1. Predictably, there were no crown jewels.
      Scott handed me a small corrugated box and I used scissors to cut through the packing tape. In it was 2 sets of suction cup bumper straps. "Uh Oh, wrong box."
      The next box, similar to the first had a "Tidal Clock" in it. Both items are used for boating.
      It's the thought that counts.
      For Father's Day I think a nice pair of hoop earrings may be in order...

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  2. Clever blog. So give, what was the present?

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