I know plenty of people that torture viewers with this self-indulgent kind of fantasy...so I'll let you know UP FRONT that this is what it is - so you can click off now if you're not interested. Otherwise, here goes:
5:00am:: I rise, and kiss you (softly sleeping). Not wanting to wake you yet - I need some alone time, so I workout for 28 minutes - thinking of how to get through the rest of the day.
5:28am:: You finally turn over - and head immediately to the bathroom to (of course) hog it. I wake up our kids, and get them dressed - still sweaty. I hit the power button on the microwave, so that I can make you some herbal tea...
6:05am:: their school bus picks them up, leaving me time to...
6:07am:: ...jump in with you at the end of your shower (you've been dawdling, as most men do, in the bathroom). Amidst the suds, giggling, touching, kissing, and loving - we still manage to get clean by...
6:35am:: which means I'm going to be officially stuck in Atlanta traffic, and officially late for my decent paying software development gig. I reheat your tea, so you can take it with you, and I'm out the door.
me, 7:35am - 4:35pm:: yes, I'm late for work - but for a worthy cause. I spend most of my day, in pursuit of my never-ending journey of expansion of my programming skills. Yes, I love this part of being a geek. For the non-geekish, this is similar to cooking. See, as of now, I'm a biscuit maker of the programming world - trying to become a Executive Pastry Chef - they both know their way around some dough, but I'd rather make the Almond Croissants, ok? I do what I do very well - but I can always learn to do it better.
you, 7:35am - 8:35am:: you stop by the gym, and do the whole "working out" production. Fortunately, your gig starts later, and you have time to kill. It helps that you still like to keep your 3-pack (not quite a 6-pack, but still) tight, and your high-paying gig lets you roll in later like that...
you, 9:00am - 6:00pm:: you do what you're passionate about, and very well at that. That's why I dig you.
me, 5:15 - 6:30pm:: I cook. Well, actually I burn (in a good way). I love good food, and I like to cook, preferably from scratch, and especially for the ones I love. I love that they appreciate a good meal, and I love how it feels to spend time doing something that makes them happy, in some small way. So I fix some vegetarian chili, Thai Tofu stir-fry or Chicken Souvlaki. That's why you dig me (the love shown, not just because of the food).
6:30 - 6:45pm:: you get in, and I immediately ask you to squeeze some lemons for me. You bitch & moan about being tired, and I bitch & moan back about having worked just as hard as you. You concede (for now) - this is an ongoing, joking debate, which both of us know not to take seriously. That's why we dig each other. Then we make fresh-squeezed lemonade.
6:45 - 7:15pm:: we eat. we talk about our day, and talk about our kids' day (do we have kids? hm...).
7:15 - 8:45pm:: quality time? I prefer some mindless TV - something non-challenging, like Reality TV (I know...I know...). You probably want to watch the game, which is cool if the Knicks are playing. Actually, it's still cool if they're not. Or, you can keep trying to teach me how to play Madden 2004(which i am SO not getting). Or we can watch CSI/Law & Order reruns, snuggling on the couch. Secretly, I'd love to just chill & watch the cogs in your brain turn, I'm still so smitten with your intelligence.
8:45 - 9:00pm:: putting the rugrats to bed, so...
9:00pm - ? (maybe 11/12ish):: ...we can BURN A HOLE IN THE FLOOR. SERIOUSLY. I don't know what it is - the workouts, the food, the ginseng I secretly slip in your morning tea, but at 3X (or 4X) yrs old - you still have the stamina of a 17 yr old, and I LOVE IT, 'specially since at 38, I'm hurtling toward my sexual peak. We go at it like rabbits, until I am literally singing, and my singing puts us both to sleep.
5:00am:: we begin again...
I'm standing here, squeezing the lemons myself - wishing that I not only had some help, but someone to taste this bomb-a$$ veggie chili I made, and to appreciate the efforts I put into it....
...and to make me sing them to sleep.
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