The other day I failed miserably as a husband.
I didn’t try to. In fact, I was actually trying to be an awesome husband. But it completely blew up in my face.
My wife, who was 6 months pregnant at the time, was having a tough day. Our baby boy was really starting to move and kick in her womb. Apparently, the little guy had been playing a drum solo on her rib cage all day, using her bladder for the kick drum.
So I decided super husband would swoop in to save the day.
I went out and grabbed take-out from her favorite restaurant. I picked up some Ben & Jerry’s Ice Cream (also her favorite). Then, I stopped at a Red Box machine to grab a couple movies – a chick flick for her and a sci-fi movie for me.
The whole time I’m thinking, “Dang I’m good! She is going to love me for this! Husband of the year, right here!”
So I went home and surprised her with dinner, dessert, and movies. She was ecstatic! I felt like a winner… well… until we got to the second movie.