My day was spent grocery shopping and cleaning the house. I know, sexy, right?! But spending 2 glorious hours alone walking up and down the aisles of my local grocery store while Hubby dealt with the kids at home could almost be considered a form of foreplay.
After I got home, Hubby spent the day in his Mancave, watching endless episodes of The Sopranos while I endlessly screamed down to him to transfer endless loads of laundry from the washer into the dryer on the low cycle so they don’t shrink, dammit! Oh, and by the way, our son is now officially naked, jumping on the trampoline and pissing in the yard while our daughter is busy texting on her phone, so any help right now while I'm doing 10 million other things would be great. Thanks! DAMMIT!
And the daily drama just continued. And continued. And continued....
But around midnight that night, while I’m sitting at the kitchen island writing, he emerges from his Mancave and gives me “the look".
The look that says ‘ey, how you doin?!’ Winkwink.
He smiled at me. I smiled back at him. He nodded his head towards the bedroom. I winked back at him and quickly closed my laptop.
I knew exactly what was going to happen, and was more than happy to be a willing participant.
Yep, one thing is for sure; the more we have it, the more we want it. And the more we want it, the more we have it.
It’s the most delicious vicious circle I’ve ever been involved in.
Be prepared for Day 9……..
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