“Who gave you that?” my husband asked our son, Chris, who was looking at a coffee table book about soccer. Chris looked up at him, surprised, and said, “You did.”
He did and he didn’t. He helped pay for it, but that was the extent of his involvement in the selecting, purchasing and wrapping of that Christmas present and the vast majority of the Christmas presents “we” gave out last weekend. Why? Because Momma’s in charge of the magic. It’s just easier that way.
Case in point: When I was selecting a Swiss Army knife for Nick, Hubby said he’d take a look, too. The boys were at my in-laws, and I’d settled down with the laptop to finish up the shopping. I picked out the store, searched for knives and handed the laptop to my husband. Forty-five looooong minutes later, he’d picked one out — the very one I’d eyed up in under two minutes.
It also took me 45 minutes to shop — FOR EVERYONE ELSE ON MY LIST. Momma’s in charge of the magic, because Momma makes quick purchasing decisions. I wrap fast, too, and it shows. (Same goes for folding clothes and sheets. He’s a far better folder.) But hey, everyone’s happy with their presents, including me. Hubby had bought for me the new Bruce Springsteen boxed DVD/CD set for me: a perfect selection. I don’t want to know how long it took him to pick it out.
Share, share: Who does the “magic” shopping in your house?