Push Present
I told Doug the other evening. "I'm going to write the next blog about you." He said, "I think you're not!" and I said, "Yeah, it's about push presents." He laughed a bit sheepishly.
The other morning I was on the way to work and listening to morning talk on a radio station. The dj's were discussing the big trend, "Push Presents." I don't really buy into that whole push present thing. I'm not doing anything women for thousands of years haven't done and the fact I got to do with it with an epidural, in a clean hospital . . . well hell. Those are the real push presents! They were discussing what was an acceptable push present: diamonds, massage gift cards, flat screen tv . . . whoa, wait up.
I sort of laughed because, while I didn't get a push present, but Doug sure did. Yes, friends you read that right. Not only did he get a push present for Andrew, but he got one for Alexa too. The items certainly weren't intended to be push presents, but their timing was a bit too close to be considered anything else.
About 3 weeks after Andrew was born, Doug finally found a truck he was wanted to buy. I mean, we had only looked for 3 years. (Doug doesn't make fast decisions regarding the purchase of vehicles . . . unless his children have just been born and then . . . . look out.) When we brought it home, one of the neighbors said, "Good deal! She got a baby and you got a truck!"
The week of Alexa's birth, Doug got a tractor and a flat screen tv! A few days before Alexa was born, Doug came tearing in the house, he had finally found a tractor!!! Well, while he was on the way up to buy that tractor, I was sitting on the couch watching tv, when suddenly the tv blew up. Seriously. I called Doug who was about an hour away, way out in the middle of nowhere and I said, "Doug! The tv just blew up and it scared me so bad, my water broke! You need to come home now!" (I felt his indecision through the phone: do I go home to my wife, or go get the tractor I really want?) "Hahahaha! Just kidding!!!" (I really got him though.) So, the next day . . . off we went for a new flat screen. I mean, if we were going to buy one, it might as well have been a flat screen, you know?
I think I'll cash in on my "push present" when my children move out. It's a push present of sorts, I pushed them into the adult world. Then I'll really be able to enjoy whatever it is I determine I want because I won't have to worry about all that pesky exhaustion & hormones to ruin my enjoyment of it! Taking into account inflation and Doug's 3 gifts to my none, I should get a pretty doggone good present.
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