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On Monday night I was supposed to go to Baltimore.  When I woke up Monday morning at 7am, my 3:45pm flight had already been cancelled.  I rebooked on the 7:05pm.  I received several notifications during the day that it had been postponed to 7:15, 7:30, 7:40.

I left for the airport at 4:30, feeling badly that I was leaving a little bit earlier than I needed to but wanting to get gas for my car and just feeling like it would be nice to have a decent dinner at the airport.  I left my husband managing piano lessons, junior rifle coaching, dinner, babysitter, etc.

I drove to the airport, had a lovely dinner, sat there for 2 hours while my flight was moved back to 8:15, then 8:45.  At 8:00 I cancelled.  I said, "this is ridiculous" and I drove home. 

I got home at 9pm in time to drive the babysitter home.

Tuesday night I went to our shooting club to practice.  I was gone from 6:30 until 9.

Wednesday night I worked late.  I have an important project due Friday and my boss was available tonight to give me some feedback.  I got home at 7:30.

Thursday night we are taking one of my coworkers out for a drink because it is his last day.  I will be home at 7:30.

I was feeling guilty because when I work late or travel or go to the shooting club my stay-at-home husband has to manage homework and dinnertime and bath time all by himself.

This morning, Wednesday morning I left early.  I had to drop the boys off at school at 7:45am for math tutoring and then I went to my office.  I got up at 6:45 to shower and get ready.  I left at 7:30.  It was 6 degrees when I left.

Tonight my husband said to me, "You probably dont want to hear this but today after you left, I put the girls on the bus - then I turned our electric blanket and took a 2 hour nap."

I said, "I DO want to hear it because you have, in one sentence, assuaged ALL of my guilt for the WHOLE week."

 

Marriage is a Sacrifice

The husband and I have been very amorous lately.  There was a time last week where we did it were intimate 5 times in 3 days.

Then we hit a slow patch.  Yesterday, however, I encouraged my husband at about 3pm. 

I'm not usually much for daytime sex - the kids are around on the weekends and during the week I typically have work to do - but I was inspired.

It was 45 minutes before the kids were due home from their first day back at school and the high school bus had just driven by.

Inspired by the emptiness of the house after having the kids home for SIXTEEN days I'm afraid the high school children walking by may have heard some, um, loud noises from my house.  With any luck, they now think the house is haunted.

I was supposed to head to Baltimore last night but my flight was cancelled.  My husband had promised to go to bed at 10pm in my absense - he says I keep him up.  I say, "You're welcome!"

I crawled into bed around 11, he came in a few minutes later.  I tried to put the moves on him - he gave me the Heisman.

By way of apology he said, "You know I'm not much for nighttime sex."

I said, "But Marriage is a sacrifice."

He answered, "and you sacrificed this afternoon?"

"Yes," I answered seriously, "At least three times."