a bright idea
Every year, my husband asks me what I want for my birthday. And every year I say, “Please don’t get me anything.”
I don’t say this because I’m setting Ali up for failure, and I don’t say this because I’m selfless. No, I say this because it’s the smart thing to say.
I know you think I’m being dramatic, but I promise you that I’m not. And in a second you’ll see why…
Here’s how things unfolded last week (no pun intended) after I opened my birthday gift from Ali:
Me: “Light bulbs. You bought me three boxes of light bulbs.”
Ali: “They aren’t just light bulbs, they’re eco-friendly light bulbs.”
Me: “It’s my birthday and you bought me light bulbs.”
Ali: “Don’t you remember the last time I changed the light bulbs in the living room and you said, “That was the best gift ever?”
Me: “It was a figure of speech! Tinged with a good amount of sarcasm.”
Maya: “See? I told you Mama wouldn’t like them.”
Instead of realizing the error of his ways, my husband continued to try to make his point. He pulled up a chair (in lieu of a ladder) and started replacing the first of three living room lights that had gone out.
But, as expected, he got tired halfway into his project. So after a few minutes he abandoned the chair, the light bulbs (old and new), all of the packaging, and collapsed on the couch in our still dimly lit living room.
I’ll let you guess who cleaned up the mess.