Originally Posted by PYroMaNiaC
To me, the whole situation actually computes to her spending every waking minute with child. She does running around, laundry, dishes, cleans toilets, entertains the little one, makes meals for you, shows concern for how your day went, makes sure your lunch is made for the next day, tries to work up the energy for sex, and still get 8 hours of sleep. She loves being a mom and a wife, but the 2 hours every night that you put in parenting, (while she does chores that can't be multi-tasked) is peanuts to the energy she puts out. And then you have the balls to ask for 2 evenings a week off? When does she get time off? (this starting to sound familiar, yet?)
She doesn't want to go out, huh? No kidding. The woman is exhausted. It takes a lot of work to find babysitters, make sure the house is in reasonable condition for a guest, get snacks ready, get emergency numbers ready, and find a few minutes to swipe mascara on her which really will not hide the fact that she prego and fat and there's nothing in her wardrobe that fits any more and makes her feel special and sexually attractive - oh and god, all those pretty girls out there without stretch marks, and their boobs still ride where God intended, and .....here comes the tears....
You know what she really wants? She wants you to come home, make dinner, do all the things she normally does after you arrive, while she soaks in the tub that you've carefully run for her. When she gets out, which will be a long time coming because you've left the latest book from her favorite author in there, there is soft music playing. You ask to have a slow dance in the living room with your beautiful partner. When you are done, you lay her back on the couch and give her a foot rub that makes her head spin. For the finale, you and her climb into bed, where you hold her only and tell her that you love her, and when your daughter cries in the night, you get out of bed right away to make sure that she doesn't wake mommy, and you make the bad guys under the bed go away.
Good Luck.
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