How I Ruined Christmas…And My Boyfriend’s Proposal Plan

Okay, so I didn’t exactly ruin Christmas…but I sure felt like I did. Although, my boyfriend assured me several times that it wasn’t that case at all, and I was being far too hard on myself. Me? Hard on myself? I NEVER do that.

So how did I ruin Christmas in my eyes? I’ll tell you how.

Last week my boyfriend went out and bought a gift for me. He told my son that it was a TV because he knew he wouldn’t keep a secret very well, but the rest of the kids all knew what he had bought me. I, however, did not. All I knew was that it was stored in the garage and I was not to go out there. And I didn’t. He was super excited about what he got me, and I didn’t want to ruin it. But I THOUGHT there was possibility it was a new Kitchenaid because it’s one of the things I want.

Well, Christmas Eve night, once the children were in bed and fast asleep, we placed their Christmas gifts under the tree. Once I was done putting my boyfriend’s under it, he placed the “TV” beside it. I saw the box in his hands, noted the size and knew what it was.

There was nothing odd about the shape. No markings. Nothing. But I knew. I looked at him and said, “I know what that is. You got me my kitchen island.” 

The look on his face screamed, “You little shit!”

He told me I needed to act surprised the next morning because the kids didn’t know that I knew. And the thing is, I didn’t know. As I said, I thought it possibly could be a Kitchenaid but the size of the box, and knowing I’d mentioned that I’d wanted an island for awhile, made me put two and two together.

Needless to say, I felt horrible after I said that I knew. My boyfriend wasn’t mad at me, and in fact said it was my smarty pants brain that makes it hard to surprise me. Luckily for me, he happens to love my brain and how it works, but I still felt bad.

My advice to him was that if he wants to be devious, he needs to talk to my brother, mom or dad because they know how to get me.

Now you may ask yourself why this ONE incident would make me feel so bad when it was an isolated one and wasn’t intentional. Well, see, I also figured out where he was planning to propose to me. The only thing he told me was that we had to wait for nice weather and it was somewhere we’d been together.

Well, knowing him as well as I do, and knowing that he knows me as well as he does, I figured out he was going to propose on top of Mount Major. I figured it would be the exact location of the photo we took that is now hanging in our bathroom. I was wrong about that spot, though. He was actually planning on proposing in the exact spot in the photo below.

So no, the Christmas incident was NOT isolated. I happen to know my boyfriend better than anyone, so it’s easy to figure him out.

Now that I’ve successfully ruined his proposal, he now has to go back to the drawing board to come up with a new idea. But this time he’s not alone. He recruited my brother for help. I’m in trouble!