My fiance was going to visit his parents, sister and brother-in-law on Saturday. It’s a six-hour drive, Fridays are always a grind for him at work, and traveling in general stresses him out. Enter me, Princess Helpsalot. I got up extra early fully committed to making it the easiest trip in history.
I framed some pictures of him and his family, wrapped them in pretty paper, picked up greeting cards, bought wine and chocolate for the ladies, scotch for the guys, put everything in a fantzy gift bag, and skipped off to work feeling super happy.
Later that morning he told me he planned to sleep on the couch in his parents’ condo because there were only two bedrooms.
He’s a dyed-in-the-wool introvert. I immediately booked him an oceanfront room and sent him the e-mail confirmation.
Then I ordered him lunch and had it delivered to his office because overachiever.
Still eager to do even more, after work I went to his place to continue being my very helpful self. I had two hours before he would arrive, and my goal was a big reality-TV reveal.
I did four loads of laundry, straightened the living room, cleaned the kitchen AND the fridge, took out the trash, changed the sheets, and placed the bag of cheer on the table with the cards laid out for him to sign.
I was wiping the sweat off my very satisfied face when he walked through the door and said, “Hey babe I just talked to my parents – I got the dates wrong. It’s not this weekend, it’s next weekend.”
All the chores are DONE – we get to have sex all weekend!