My dear beloved husband is turning 40 in two weeks. He’s been pretty stern about not wanting to make a big deal out of his birthday. I am obliging, especially since I want the same low key atmosphere when my 40th comes around next year.
It’s not that we care about turning forty. Well, we do a little.
It’s a milestone that seemed so far off for so many years.
And here we are. 10 years to 50 (now THAT’s scary!). and after that 10 more till I get my AARP card. bwahahaha…
I stink at gifts for S.
We pretty much buy what we want anyway, so it seems illogical to go out and buy something he won’t wear or use. So I thought, how about something different.
So let me back up a little…
Husband of mine has a very stressful job. He has customers that beat up on him on a daily basis. When he comes home, he would optimally like to run up to the bedroom and hide under the covers and forget about work.
At the end of his workday, he drives though rush hour traffic to pick up David from school, then he turns around and goes back the other way (in the same traffic) to get home. Upon getting home, he is usually beat… physically and emotionally. He grabs a soda and sits in the recliner (HIS recliner! I have one too) and decompresses.
With David running about and shouting at his ninja turtles and throwing crackers and Legos at the dog, and the dog barking, and me trying to cook dinner and finish up my work in my office, and the phone ringing- well, you get the idea.
It’s not very tranquil in the house.
Hubby had dreamed of having a quiet oasis in the backyard. A place to relax and kick back with some nice scenery.
Five years back, my Dad and my brother installed a patio (EP Henry Pavers), but it was square and plain. Nothing to look at, just grey rocks and moss growing inbetween them. No trees, no bushes, no flowers, no character…..nothing.
We had all intentions of landscaping the backyard. We just had a jillion excuses. It’s too much work, it’s too hot, what kind of trees and bushes, when will we have time to do it, who wants to haul dirt around, I might break a nail, etc.
Last month I threw away the excuses and asked my Dad to throw us a referral for a landscaper. I knew there was NO WAY we were going to EVER landscape it on our own. I decided to hire someone and get this monkey off my back for good.
I didn’t tell S. until the crew was scheduled. When we came home from Florida last week, we pulled into our driveway, unloaded the suitcases, and found 3 men in our backyard digging.
I finally have given my dear S. the quiet place he always wanted. ~xo~