AKA My love/hate relationship with surprises.Soooo, my sweet husband surprised me with an awesome gift for Christmas. I couldn’t believe it when the delivery guys showed up…I hadn’t asked for them, I really had no clue, and I am not an easy person to surprise because I make it my business know everything that’s going on around here.
The guys were wondering where to put the old washer and dryer and my husband told them they could take them downstairs to the storage room. (When we had the basement finished, we had them put a washer and dryer hookup in our storage room so someday we could have a laundry upstairs and downstairs.)
Me: “Ummmmmm, you can’t do that.”
Husband: “Why not?”
Me: “Ummmmm, there’s not really room right now~there’s a lot of presents down there and stuff.”
Husband as he’s heading downstairs: “That’s okay, we’ll clear a path.”
Me running after him yelling: “There’s not really room to clear a path!!”
Husband as he opens the storage room door: “Whoa.”
Me: “I can explain!”
Husband to guys that just came down with the washer: “Um guys, just put it over here in the family room for right now.”
Me: “Honey, if I knew they were coming, I could have had it all cleaned out and ready.”
Husband: “We are doing a major clean-out after the break, right? And most of this stuff is going to Goodwill…right?”
Me, hanging head: “yes.”
So there they sit. Guess what I’m going to be up to this week?
That is why I love and hate surprises. Love them because he is the best…so thoughtful and I love how he jumped through many hoops to keep me from finding out.
Hate them because you show up without any makeup in your sweats and everyone is taking pictures, or in this case, a room that I’ve been throwing
junk treasures into since summer and closing the door behind me.
Do you like surprises? Do you have a secret junk room?