Ok… spring is here… and honestly? Maybe already a bit too hot. But hey, that also means one very important thing! I can finally sit outside with my laptop, pretend I’m super productive, watch the beautiful nature around me, listen to birds singing, and admire the cats who are suddenly brave enough to visit again… (yeah… funny how they disappeared when my dog was around 😉)
But wait… something was missing.
Right. A place to actually sit.
I mean… sure, I had chairs and a table… but not the kind where you can sit like a proper princess and work without your back screaming after 10 minutes. And YES...princess is the correct word here.
Of course, instead of doing something normal like… I don’t know… going to a store and buying new patio furniture… I just complained. A lot. Like, why do that when you can complain and hope the universe sends you a magical gift? “Hey girl, we heard you suffer...here’s a free chair!”
Yeah… turns out life doesn’t work like that.
Or… does it?
Because one day, after listening to me complain for the 100th time, my husband snapped:
“WHAT THE HELL?! Come on, let’s go to the store...you’re driving me crazy!”
So… the universe did hear me. Just… through my husband 😄
Now, shopping with him? Chaos. I want one thing, he wants another… we debate like it’s a life-or-death decision. But after a solid 30 minutes, we actually agreed on something. Or better said...we make the deal!
If I choose the set, I build it myself. BUT if I need his help...I cook for him for a whole week. Whatever he wants.
I was like: “Easy. It’s basically Lego.”
We got home. I was excited. Ready. Confident.
“LET’S BUILD THIS!”
First chair… hmm… weird.
Second chair… still weird.
Third chair… WHAT THE HELL IS THIS?!
Nothing fit together. NOTHING. But did I ask for help? Of course not. I’m stubborn.
I tried everything. Even YouTube (which, for once, failed me).
Meanwhile, my husband is just standing there laughing like this is the best show he’s ever seen.
Then he says: “Remember last year when you built the closet?”
And BOOM. Flashback. Trauma. Regret. Why do I always forget that I am terrible at building furniture?!
But NO. I refused to give up.
Two hours later… I had ONE chair. ONE.
I was mentally crying, physically sweating, and emotionally using very creative bad words. Loud ones. Very loud ones. Honestly, I’m just grateful the neighbors don’t understand me.
Finally… I gave up. “Baby… please help…”
Which means: I lost the bet. Great.
My husband walks in like a superhero: “This is easy. I’ll do it in an hour.”
I smiled. Because I knew something he didn’t.
So I made a second bet: “If you finish everything without problems, I’ll add desserts to your week of cooking. BUT if you fail...I do nothing.”
He said: “Deal.”
He builds the table. Easy. Two chairs? Done. No instructions. Showing off.
And then… the fourth chair.
Pause.
Head scratching.
Instructions in hand.
Ohhh yes. My moment 😄
I casually asked: “Something wrong?”
He starts complaining: “These parts don’t match!”
Me: “So… you admit defeat?”
Him: “Yes.”
I WON!!!
(Okay, still missing a chair, but that’s not important right now 😄)
Later, I told my brother about the “impossible chair.”
Big mistake.
He goes: “You just don’t know how to do it. I can fix it.”
So of course… another bet.
If he fails → he pays me €50.
If he succeeds → I pay him.
Guess what happened?
Yeah… I lost. He literally drilled a hole and fixed it in minutes.
FANTASTIC.
So now I have:
✔ A full patio set
✔ A working chair
✖ €50
✖ My dignity
But hey… I can finally sit outside, work on my laptop, and feel like a proper princess again 😄
And maybe… just maybe… it’s time for me to stop making bets.
Because at this rate, I’m going to be broke very soon 😉
