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TIFU outsourcing my presents to be wrapped

This happened a few days ago, but it was about a month in the making.

In Nov, my(41M) and my daughter (11F) went Christmas shopping. We went to a high name beauty shop and bought a bunch of stocking stuffers for my wife (44F). My daughter kept them in her room until it was time to load the stocking. My wife, somehow found out where we went, but didn’t know what we bought her.

The following week, my wife gets an email from the same beauty shop…20% off coupon on all purchases. Rather than asking me to return everything and re-buy things, she wanted to take it all, return them, and re-buy things SHE wanted. Now, I didn’t realize this, but the location we went to was kinda of a medium size store, but there was a larger store a few more miles away that had designer stuff. So…my wife took everything we bought, returned it to the bigger store, and hands me a rather large bag with the things she wanted to be in her stocking AND other things I should wrap and give her at Christmas.

Here’s where the F-up happened. I am a lousy gift wrapper. I’ll wrap a present, but I don’t care about appearance. I would have loose wrapping paper, point corners where there shouldn’t be corners, and 10x more tape. I mean, you’re gonna tear the paper anyway, right? But my wife wanted the wrapping to look nice. My daughter wasn’t home, so I hand my son (14M) the plastic bag and I tell him “wrap these things for mommy.” And him being the typical teenager he said “fine, but it’ll be $20.” I scoffed but paid him the money.

Christmas Eve comes and as I start stuffing the stockings, I notice that my wife’s stocking is not full like usual. I also notice she has fewer gifts than last year. But what can I do now? It’s 11:30pm, I’m beat, and we are opening presents tomorrow.

Christmas Day, we are opening stocking and my wife gets 5 things in it…3 of them are small candies, 1 pack of gum, and a really expensive eye shadow set.

We move onto presents. And then my son brings a Christmas bag to my wife (he didn’t even bother to tape the top). My wife takes out the tissue paper and pulls out…the large plastic bag she handed me! Then she looks at me and says “really?” I look at my son and I go “really?” And he said “what?” All those nice presents and stocking stuffers were all in the large plastic bag. To make matters worse, the plastic bag also included dog shampoo and conditioner for our dog.

In the end, it was a fine Christmas. She got other nice presents from me and the kids, but this lesson learned for me and this is probably something she will not let go anytime soon.

TL;DR: wife gave me a plastic bag with things she wanted me to put in her stocking and other things to wrap. Paid my son to wrap the items, and he placed the plastic bag in a Christmas present bag and gave it to his mom on Christmas Day.

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