It was her birthday yesterday, and amongst other stuff, I'd gotten her a massage which she had straight after work, and after which she said that she hasn't felt that good in a long time. We had dinner, I poured her some wine, I bathed the kiddos, put them both to bed (which I generally do anyway, so hey ho), and came back downstairs where we sat watching TV for a while. We went up to bed a little later, where she immediately announced that she was tired, then rolled away from me and went to sleep.
This morning I woke up and cuddled her - she could feel what kind of a 'mood' I was in, and she joked something about the time or something like that, and I said "maybe we should make time once a week for this, then". Her reply: "why should I, when I don't even want to".
And I thought: yep, OK, why *should* she?
And then I thought: hmmm... so why should *I* do all the freaking housework, all the freaking laundry, all the freaking kids' school-runs, meals, bedtimes, bathtimes, when I don't particularly want to either?
But I still do 'em. Why? Because right now, while circumstances mean that I'm working here from home for the forseeable future, that's what I need to do. That's what anyone in a partnership, a relationship, a marriage, would do, right? You get stuck in and do whatever needs to be done, right?
Right?
So, why should she?
Ack. Anyway, she could tell that I was a wee bit PO'd by this, although I didn't say, or get angry or argumentative, or anything like that. I basically just headed downstairs and fixed the kids some breakfast, brought her a tea in bed, etc... just the usual stuff.
As she was leaving for work, she kissed the kids as normal, then headed over to hug and kiss me (on the lips) as normal. I kinda half-heartedly reciprocated this morning and her words were... yep, get this...
