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8:00 a.m.: I usually don't mind Mondays. Oddly enough, they're my least stressful day of the week, because I stay home with the baby. Everyone is awake and having breakfast.
7:30 p.m.: It's early night for the hubs, and he makes it home to tuck the kids into bed. I realize it's been a week and a half since we've made love. Last time was when we took a 48-hour kid-free staycation. Without kids and the challenges of everyday life in the equation—homework, house upkeep, etc.—we were like bunnies.
6:00 a.m.: I decide to skip my early-morning work routine and rouse the Mr. from sleep for some nookie. Sexfail! He's out cold and more interested in cuddling. I suppose I should be happy with just that, but we never seem to be on the same schedule.
10:00 p.m.: Today was an absolute blur. The hubs is still at work, and my day was crazy with events. I feel like I blinked at breakfast and, boom—the day was over. I don't know even know what time he got home.
6:30 a.m.: Date night! I always have high expectations for sex, and I think he does, too. We'll see what happens.
7:30 p.m.: I don't need to be wined and dined. A relaxing night at a local pub with sliders and icy-cold draft beer make it a perfect tonight. We catch up on each other's workweek.
10:00 p.m.: It takes forever to get the babysitter to leave—she's a family friend and very chatty. By the time we take showers, we're tired and crash for the night.
7:30 a.m.: Everyone is happy it's Friday. The hubs comes up behind me while the kids are in their rooms. He gets in a few gropes and kisses behind my ear. After helping our daughter with a balloon, he looks at me after she skips away and says, "I hope you feeling like blowing something later on."
9:00 a.m.: I wake up in a pretty good mood but quickly get grumpy as we run late to get the kid to her Saturday activities. I feel like the ring master in this circus and would sometimes much rather be a spectator. Everyone is grumpy, and the weekend is off to a bad start.
2:00 p.m.: Baby is in the midst of an epic nap, and my blood is boiling—I asked the hubs to come straight home from the kid's art class so I could get a few hours of work in, and he decided to go downtown, get lunch and lollygag.
4:30 p.m.: Hubs gets home. I can hardly look at him. I'm so mad.
8:00 p.m.: I'm writing my manuscript for work on a Saturday night because of him. I am not happy at all. Rather than curling up and relaxing, we're both working away.
6:30 a.m.: I had a very rough night last night, and I'm just going to sleep now. The baby was rushed to the ER after having a seizure from a high fever.
11:30 a.m.: Tensions are pretty high. While hubs has no idea, I'm so pissed. I feel like he blamed me for not worrying more about the baby's cold the day before. Even the doctors said there's no way to predict a febrile seizure. I'm tired of him thinking he knows it all when I'm the one in the trenches day-to-day. This is all coming from the man who didn't take simple directions and come home when he was supposed to the day before.
3:00 a.m.: I'm still awake. After last night, it's hard to go to bed worrying about the baby since she's still running a fever on and off.
2:00 p.m.: The hubs always makes an afternoon check-in call to see how my day is going. I can tell he didn't want to go to work today after the weekend episode with the baby. She's home today and still spiking a fever of 103 degrees. We go to the pediatrician for a follow-up from the ER visit. There are no other symptoms, so it's just an odd virus that has to run its course.
6:00 a.m.: It's always the busiest weeks when these things happen. The baby had a fever at 3:30 a.m. last night, so that means no daycare today. Unfortunately, he can't take off work, so I look for backups so I can catch up on work today.
7:30 a.m.: Thankfully the babysitter is on her way for a few hours, so I can pop out with the laptop and meet a few deadlines. Working from home is not at easy as it sounds.
6:00 a.m.: It's another early start to the workday, but at least the baby was fever-free last night. I'm still keeping her home one more day to make sure.
11:00 a.m.: I often tell our sitter she's the wife I've always wanted. I know the kids are always in good hands, and she makes my life a lot less complicated.
8:00 p.m.: The hubs just missed bedtime for the kids. I quickly reheat dinner and we curl up to watch some DVR friends.
7:30 a.m.: "Tonight can we have sex?" It broke my heart to hear my husband ask these words. Honestly, before we had children, it's the sex that kept us together. Now we can barely find the time, and we argue half the time about such insignificant stuff.
6:00 a.m.: Never has TGIF been so true! I really hope we can get back to normal, whatever that means, this weekend.
6:30 p.m.: Pizza-and-a-movie night with the kids! The hubs surprisingly makes it home in time to catch the end of our flick and help tuck the kids into bed.
8:15 a.m.: I really hope the weekend would end this rift we've been having the last few days. It's been a crazy start getting the kid off to art class and running errands in the pouring rain with the baby. This does not bode well for "conflict resolution!"
3:30 p.m.: I'm wiped. I am usually not one for a midday nap, but I crash for two hours anyway. I wake up to a very comforting head-to-toe massage from the hubs. I think we may be back on track. It really does take more than kindness to change my mood.
6:30 p.m.: I am running a bit behind on dinner because of the nap. Hubs gets upset because I let the baby sit in a regular chair instead of booster seat. Hey, this is what works while he's at work weekdays, and I really don't appreciate his input or opinion. All he has to do is sit down and eat. I'm the one who cooks and cleans up, and deals with the kids all week long. It's these little moments that add up to a lot of resentment. This wouldn't feel like a job if he weren't trying to be a micromanager whenever he sees fit.
7:50 p.m.: It's an early night getting the kids into bed. Thank heavens!
10:15 p.m.: I settle in for some Dexter and call it a night. I'm kind of disappointed that two weeks went by without making love, but I am not at all surprised. I know it's been longer in the past. Between working, managing the house and kids, I just wish he'd take initiative on the sex front. I told him to shut off the TV and take me inside earlier, but he just doesn't listen. It takes two to tango, I guess...