In my last post I mentioned that the only things that grab hubby’s attention are things that bring him enjoyment. Today I’d like to take this a step further.
Did you ever notice (or perhaps it’s just me..) that oftentimes, when you get gifts as a married couple, there’s distinct difference between the gifts that the woman receives and the gifts the man receives?
Please let me explain.
On holidays or birthdays hubby might receive electronics, or dvds or maybe a remote control shark for our pool… you know, things that are pretty specifically for HIM.
Whereas, on holidays or birthdays I might receive candles or kitchen utensils and quite frequently, decorative household items… you know, things that are pretty generally for OUR home.
It’s an interesting dichotomy. Gifts for him … are for him. Gifts for me…. are for us.
Now, don’t get me wrong… I’m not implying that people don’t buy me gifts that are specific to my hobbies or tastes. I’m also not implying that I don’t appreciate decorative home items. Because in all actuality I really do enjoy them… because I like that our house feels like a home. I take pride in having nice decorations and finishing touches in our home. If it were up to hubby we’d probably have a sheet draped over the windows and quite possibly a snack table or two in the middle of our family room. But I digress.
I also don’t mean to imply that hubby doesn’t pick out presents specifically for me. He spends time thinking about good gifts for me and he certainly knows better than to wrap up a vacuum for me for my birthday. He’s actually a pretty good gift giver. Or… at least I thought he was……
Here’s a recent conversation with my hubby:
We are sitting in our newly renovated family room… just sort of enjoying the new space.
Hubby: “The picture on this TV is amazing”
Me: “Don’t get any ideas.. .you have your own “Man Space” in the basement”
Hubby: “This is our room you know…”
Me: “Actually, I think this is my room.. you have your big 55” TV in the basement. You have your self proclaimed “man cave” and now I have my room”
Me: “Honey, you can enjoy my room any time you want… even though there’s a ‘no girls allowed’ policy in the basement, I won’t hold it against you.”
Hubby: “I never said you’re ‘not allowed’ in the basement”
Me: “Selective memory I see… I think I distinctly remember a conversation with your buddies about ‘no girls allowed’ ”
Hubby: “Yeah, but that doesn’t apply to you…”
Me: “Oh, really?”
Hubby: “Yeah, you need to be able to go through the basement to get to the laundry room” a smirk appears on his face
So, as I think we’ve moved on to other topics I hear hubby say…..
“I think you need a blue ray player for your room”
Me: “You think I need a blue ray player??”
Hubby: “Yeah, maybe I’ll get you one for your birthday”
Me: “Please tell me you’re kidding…”
Hubby: “Nope, I think that’s exactly what you need for your room”
Me: “But I could care less about a blue ray player”
Hubby: “But just think about how great blue ray movies would look on this TV”
Me: “Honey, I truly don’t have any interest in a blue ray player for my birthday…”
Hubby: “It think it’s the perfect gift”
Me: “Yeah for you… not for me..”
Hubby: “Then it’s settled…” there’s that smirk again…
Now, hubby has about a month until my b-day. And, I have faith that he’ll realize over the next few weeks that a gift for me, that’s actually for him, just doesn’t say Happy Birthday.
I also have (diamonds) faith that he’ll (diamonds) be able to come up with a gift (diamonds) that’s much more appropriate.
Because I have this crazy idea that a gift that’s given to me should indeed be for me…. I know… I’m crazy like that!
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