Every Year….But No More

I do ‘t know maybe I should not have said anything. But seriously how difficult is it to find presents for your child? I listen when we talk. I pay attention to the things he is interested in.

And I have said it before but I prefer buying gifts that will be used not left to languish in the closet. To be regifted or given away without even being open. Which is why I am crushed if I get it wrong. Well not crushed but not happy.

T is getting harder go by for as he ages. I work to stay in touch with his likes and wants. Not always an easy easy in these days of fastly changing technology and gaming industries.

Last night I got a garbled message from the ex. So garbled in fact that I could not even decipher it in the least. 不不不 That is pretty good for perplexing me when I have over 20 years experience with his gobbly gook writings.

Eventually I determined that he was asking if the gift I got for T was just from me or it included him and L too. I stopped and started a few responses until I came up with the right one.

Me: Sure it can be from the three of us. You just owe me $50 then.

Ex: Oh okay I will think about it.

不不不不不不不不

This morning we have been chatting and I sent him a few things I thought T would like. And then it hit me.

I have written a few times about T working in the shop with his dad. A starter tool kit duh! 丹儭丹儭丹儭Well it turns out he already had gotten him something like that. Plus two other items for use in shop. T is going to love love love that. 歹 伐伐伐

There should be no more attempts at gift piggy backing as there has been all these years. Now he can add to tool kit. Who wouldn’t appreciate good quality tools as gift?

Stuffies……

These are my stuffies. They have been gifted to me by Tember. Gus is the green alien. Apparently he squeaks I love you when squeezed the right way. I use him to throw at the cats when they are being annoying and scratching closet door because……..it is the middle of the night and why would mom want to sleep?

The moose is name Sam. I purchased him for Tember and he was regifted to me. All good. He is great cuddler.

As for big bear I have yet to rename him but he is mine now. Tember used him to try and scare me. It worked. And I got another snuggle buddy.

Last week was my full week with Tember. As always our week was filled with a lot of silliness and laughter. I came home from work on Friday……he has been cleaning the closet and decided that he was going to try to scare me……so he moved big bear into my room and put a book in his lap. I come home all innocent like and walk into my bedroom to scream because well big bear on the bed reading a book……he was not there when I left for work.

Tember thought this was hilarious.

However revenge would be mine.

Mondays I am now working 2-10:30 so regardless of my week or his dad’s Tember goes to his dad’s place.

I get home just after 10 on Monday and Tember is laying in wait for me.

‘Mom……my plan to scare you backfired on me.’

‘Why?’

‘Well when I came down the stairs to go into my room and I saw big bear I screamed and jumped.’

I laughed. Long and hard. Ha ha revenge is mine.

What I am not going to tell him….Big Bear (the name is growing on me) scares the hell out of me every day.

One might move him out of the way but nah……at least I know he will kick start my heart even as a heart attack happens.

May 6/20

Picture is my own (stating the obvious is a fault)

 

 

 

 

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