Today, I was assigned the task to purchase a Mother’s Day card and gift. Before I left the house today, Nick asked me twice: “You can do this, right? You just pick out a card and get flowers.”

“OF COURSE. YES I CAN DO THIS. PLEEEEEEEEEEEEASE. I GOT THIS. I will pick out a card that will make her cry tears of love.”

My super confidence failed once I was in the card aisle. All of the cards are pink and covered with flowers. Some are from son only, some are from daughter and son-in-law. Some are for sister- new mother, some are for Nana from cat. I was just as confused as the pimply teenager and the overweight single son next to me. All three of us took turns sighing and shaking our heads.

Then it dawned on me. I know it what it is like to be the husband…to be the guy who lies to his wife, tells her that he “got this” and is a little insulted that she couldn’t trust him to accomplish such a simple task. I had flashbacks of my previous card purchases: a Transformers card for a two-year-old’s birthday for my mom’s 40th birthday, a Strawberry Shortcake card for Father’s Day, a Ricky Martin card for my sister’s 18th birthday. I CANNOT BE TRUSTED TO MAKE A CARD PURCHASE. NO WONDER NICK WAS WORRIED. NOT EVERYONE THINKS A POKEMON CARD FOR A COMMUNION CELEBRATION IS HILARIOUS FOR A MOTHER’S DAY CARD.

Don’t worry, I pulled it together and got a nice, respectable card and some orchids for mom.