Have you ever seen that show “Coming Home
?” You know, that show that orchestrates surprise reunions with service members and their families. It’s impossible to watch without going through an entire box of Kleenex because the reunions are so romantic, so emotional, so filled with pure happiness, so perfect. But as touching as it is to watch these surprise homecomings, I would never in a million years want to be a part of this reality show. Why? Because I can’t stand surprises.
That’s right, I don’t like surprises. Even the happy, exciting, celebratory surprises. I don’t like surprise parties, surprise changes of plans, or surprise visits. And as crazy as it sounds, I don’t like it when my husband surprises me by coming home early.
Don’t get me wrong, I’m thrilled that he came home early from his latest trip, and we were able to spend the weekend together when I was expecting one more long lonely weekend without him. But I’m not thrilled by what my house looked like when he arrived at his own home while I was at work. I don’t like that I couldn’t remember the last time I gave the floors a good mopping or that I didn’t sweep off the driveway or that I didn’t make Big C clear his junk off the coffee table (which included the athletic cup he wore in baseball practice the night before). I’m not the world’s greatest housekeeper, but I always make an effort to make our house look as perfect as it can possibly look before a homecoming. I was embarrassed for myself and disappointed for him. After a month away, Mr. Roller Coaster certainly deserves to walk into a house that, at the very least, doesn’t have athletic cups sitting on the coffee table.
I know that when Mr. Roller Coaster is on his way home from trips he’s thinking about seeing his family, not a spotless house. He isn’t questioning my ability to maintain life on the homefront because I didn’t mow the lawn or put away the laundry. I don’t think he really cares. Our house is home to him, regardless of whether that home needs to be vacuumed. I just want his homecomings to be perfect, as perfect as the ones on “Coming Home.”
Even though this most recent homecoming wasn’t perfect (I mean, for goodness sakes, I wasn’t even home to greet him!), it was a homecoming nonetheless. He’s back, and that’s all that matters. And as far as surprises, I still prefer to leave that to reality tv.
Do you like surprises or do you like to be prepared? What would you think about being on the show “Coming Home?”