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This past weekend was like most other weekends for us at home. Boring, stressful, tiring. And it was extra long because of the holiday. We both got Sunday thru Tuesday off work. Dennis did a lot of sleeping, I did a lot of cleaning and laundry and in between we had a lot of the usual child rearing stuff. Whining, crying, nagging for Wubbzy, butt whiping, feeding. And Dennis was his usual grumpy self whenever he’d wake up from his weekend hibernation to deal with the kids.

Then last night Dennis turned to me and asked,
“Ever feel like this isn’t the life you thought you’d end up with?”

Knowing he was referring the stress of having two small kids and the constant exhaustion of having to work full time as well, I said, “I always wanted to have kids but I thought I’d end up with a more upbeat husband”.

To which he replied, “and I thought I’d have a hornier wife”.

My rebuttle, “if I had a more upbeat husband, I’d be a hornier wife”.

His final words, “If I had a hornier wife, I’d be more upbeat”.

No, I didn’t kill him, but the thought did cross my mind.