DH asked if I had bought DSD's Christmas present. Of course, I said. At the beginning of December, it's wrapped and under the tree. Not that one, he said, the one from her wishlist that I sent you on Tuesday. You didn't ask me to buy that one, I said. You asked me to get my mother to buy her the cheaper one that arrived on Wednesday, I replied smugly, showing I had not only sent the link to my mother, but also my mother (who is equally as efficient as I am), had acquired said present promptly and sent it to us. I have also wrapped that present and put it under the tree.
I thought you were going to get it for her, he said. No, you were going to get it, I replied. (I nearly said, because she's your daughter, but I restrained myself.)
Silence.
Shall I get it then? I asked. Yes please, he said.
Long pause as Myrtle cranks up the digital device and searches for said item. It won't arrive till the 6 January, I said. Oh, he said. What will you do?
I will look for it on the rest of the internet in case it's available elsewhere. I said. That's a good idea, he said. Oh look! I can get it for £10 cheaper if I go direct to the supplier but it won't arrive until Boxing Day, I said. We'll do that, he said. I ordered it.
Some time later.
Oh look I can get something similar but smaller which will arrive tomorrow so she has something to open on the day as well as getting the original. I said. Good, he said. We'll do that too.
I love him dearly and he is doing all the cooking over Christmas because he does all the cooking every day. But there are times when I get annoyed at the responsibility I have to take on for him for things he should have done and for which he will get the credit.
I am making him wrap the present when it arrives.