It's Better to Give?

Have you ever given a gift that just made you never want to give anyone a gift ever again in your entire life? I am seriously about to swear off gift giving for the rest of eternity. So we all know Father's Day is just around the corner. In case you didn't know it's in 2 days so get it together. I have had this amazing Father's Day gift planned for weeks, maybe months. Side note, I love giving gifts, I put a lot of thought into the gifts I give. I stress over finding the perfect gift. I research for months until I find the perfect gift. Well, no more. I am done.

M and her dad have been wanting to go camping for quite a while. I do not camp.

 "Oh, but why not? Camping is so much fun! Sleeping under the stars! Roasting marshmallows! Cooking your food over an open fire! Foraging for berries in the woods like a tiny little fuzzy bear!"

You know what I say to that? Murderers lurking in the woods with big knives! Snakes! Big angry bears with big sharp teeth. Bugs that bite and leave gaping wounds that need to be stuffed with gauze. Eating poisonous berries (I saw Into the Wild). Peeing in the woods. Pooping in a hole in the ground. I already miss enough showers as it is, I do not need another excuse to skip a shower. Don't even talk to me about bathing in a creek. No means NO!

I freaking love my husband though. I mean sometimes I don't always like him, like right now because of his desire to go camping and my stupid need to fulfill his every wish like a good little wife. Anyway, I love him though and I love my daughter even more. So I get this bright idea that I am going to set up the tent in the backyard while he's at work except that the weather had to come along and ruin my plans with all this rain. Our fire pit is already full of wood just waiting to be burned. There was even a full moon tonight! It would have been perfect!  But no, it just had to rain. Fine. I decided I can just work around the rain. I'll just set that bad boy up inside, right in the middle of the living room floor.

Ugh. It did not go well. Actually that is an understatement. It's been 2 hours and that bad boy is still laying in a pile on the ground, poles everywhere. I put it together 3 times and had to take it down 3 times. I tried watching videos on youtube and I tried begging and pleading with the tent to just cooperate. Help me help you.

This is what M did most of the time. She probably learned a few new fun 4 letter words.

She finally took pity on me and helped but it was still no use. The damn thing is still piled up on the floor with poles everywhere.

Wonderful Husband- never question my love for you because I will pull this story up and force you to read it over and over again until you no longer question my love. Happy Father's. I love you. Now get home and help me put your gift together.

P.S. Everything I do, I do it for you. Next time I'll take a nap with J instead. For you of course. All for you.