It is 3 o'clock in the afternoon on Father's Day, and my wife has not thanked me on Facebook

Today I was awakened at 8:00am by my wife and kids (an additional 2 hours of sleep compared to a usual Sunday). I came downstairs to handmade gifts from 2 of my kids, I guess the 11 month old was too busy in the weeks leading up to Father's Day. My wife put together a beautiful collage of our kids holing up the letters D-A-D. 1/2 a dozen donuts were waiting for me, and the World Cup was playing on the TV.

Pretty nice start to my day, not much more a teenage Dad could ask for. Pretty tough to imagine anything keeping this day from becoming anything short of great.

Well, here we are. It is 3:08pm as I type this sentence. Just refreshed Facebook, nothing.



What kind of good for nothing husband must I be? 60 hour work weeks, add another 10 hours commuting back and forth and my wife has the gail to only thank me to my face.

To all the Father's out there who were acknowledged via social media, please count your blessings.