Help! My Husband's a Major Grinch
Guest blogger mom-on-the-edge: The Grinch isn't just a character in a Dr. Seuss book. He's a 175 pound, 6'1" man that sleeps next to me. He's my husband.
We were driving to the store to buy the baby a few things when I said, "What do you want to do about presents for..." "We shouldn't give each other presents this year," he snapped. "We can't afford it." I was going to say, "What do you want to do about presents for your family?" It never crossed my mind that we wouldn't give each other presents.
I grew up in a family that spent tons of time planning, buying, wrapping our holiday gifts. The ceremony was monumental, lasting even hours. My brother would open new ski goggles. We'd oooh and aaaah. Then he'd dive into the present heap and pick one from the bottom. The paper always had an intricate print and my dad would write our names somewhere small in pen so half the fun was just figuring out who the box was for... Me! Yes! A Barbie Plane. Ooooh. Aaaah. And so on...
I know that times are tight. I know that we have a baby. BUT, I also know that giving your spouse a gift is important. Yes, I said it. It doesn't have to sparkle and need its own insurance, although there's nothing wrong with that. And, it doesn't have to take ten hours to bid on it on eBay. It needs to say "I appreciate you. I thought about you. I love you," for all those times you don't say it.
I guess I don't have to go out now and buy that itty bitty book light so my husband can read in bed. He'll just sleep there.
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