I awoke this am to prepare myself for work. On my way out the door I paused long enough to cut the fresh flowers and place them in the vase, sign the card that told her that “Life is hectic and no matter how busy I get I save my best moments to spend with her”. I propped up the brand new copy of The Notebook (The only chic-flick I would ever recomend to another man to watch with his woman) and the card on the vase, which sat in the middle of the kitchen table and left for work. As I drove the 40 minutes to work I realized the card was a lie, as I generally give my best at work and come home worn out and just wanting to do enough so that the family (wife & kids) feel I am engaged. I can generally fool the kids, but she always knows. I came home tonight to no wife, just kids and a mother-in-law. The mother-in-law leaves and I begin the religious activity known as “Treatment Time” in the Herrmann household. Treatment Time consists of three breathing treatments and two 15 minute rounds of wearing the abbi-vest . Kids are gone to bed now and I think I will relax with a Margarita and watch The Notebook alone this valentines evening.
