There comes a time in a loving couple’s journey when birthdays become overrated and easily sink and forgotten into the dregs of mundane life…oh wait. That’s just me.
The past couple of years (i.e since the boys were born), I have become, to say the least, extremely slack when it comes to birthday preparations for my beloved.
This developing lax nature has crept up like a stray cat out of a garbage bin.
I just always assumed that he is indeed a man with everything because, well, he doesn’t want much to begin with.
Give him an ocean with some decent waves and a board to hang ten and he’s a happy dude.
So, here I am thinking that the DVD’s, books, pieces of clothing that I’ve bought for him were all adequate.
Although, now come to think of it, I never saw him finish any of those books. As for the DVD’s, they all held a predictable, consistent theme of either surfing or comedy, with shows like “Modern Family” or “How I Met Your Mother” (Dare I say, the sitcoms were intended for my viewing pleasure too…ahems).
If Mr Surfer’s fed up with crap, boring presents over the years, I’ve been completely oblivious to it.
After all, he’s never mentioned anything.
In the lead up to his impending birthday, a dinner table conversation took me by complete surprise.
Both preoccupied in our meal time battle with the twinlets to eat their broccoli, Mr Surfer, out of the blue, decided to no longer leave another birthday to fate or my dud presents.
“If you’re stuck on what to get me this year, I need a new wet suit”
Was he telling me to get my act together, or what?
Suddenly, my vague, cute idea of getting him cufflinks engraved with the twinlets’ initials flew out of our kitchen window.
Vowing to be lazy, bad wifey no more, the next day I made a trip to the surf shop. I grabbed the most sun beaten surfer sales assistant I could find. No holds barred, within minutes I bought something from the top of the range section. I’m pretty sure my pony-tailed, prickly bearded friend thought I was the easiest sale he’s made this season.
I left the shop with a resounding skip in my step. Not only did I get the present of my Hubby’s choice, I got it 2 weeks waaay in advance of the big day.
Getting confident in the race to win Wife of the Year Award, I even went ahead and made dinner plans, reserving a table at a funky new restaurant that I knew he (and not just my culinary tastes) would like.
Throwing in a couple of extras in the birthday basket, I bought some “Grand Designs” DVD’s and a surfing one I knew he hadn’t seen before.
I was on a roll, baby.
For good measure, I also scrambled through many a jewellery shop to find the perfect (non-cheesy) cufflinks.
In the end though, it was the rubber synthetic steamer that won me awesome-wifey-brownie points aplenty.
Dare I say, it was close to being the most perfect birthday I had organised for my man since the downfall to neglectful, scatterbrain spouse.
Next year I’ll remember to buy the birthday card.
Please tell me I’m not the only one who’s hopeless with birthday pressies for their partner…
Joining in Jess for IBOT