Sunday afternoon...spent as it usually is--doing laundry accumulated from the week, cleaning the house that has been neglected during the week, trying to pacify a small dog that has also been neglected during the week, catching up on phone calls/email/junk mail that has accumulated all week. Not the way I want to spend this time.
If I had my way....
If I had my way, I'd be lounging in bed with the Sunday paper with him, reading little news bytes to each other, exchanging little "love bites" when the mood struck us, drinking coffee and eating bagels, taking turns checking on the kids, popping a cartoon DVD in the machine in the family room and locking the bedroom door when the "love bites" got to be too much...
I wonder if he does that with her...I doubt it. She just doesn't seem the type. What a waste of a perfectly delectable man.