It’s great when my husband makes dinner for me. Since I don’t work outside the home, I consider it my duty to keep after the house and kids, and included in “keeping after the house” is making meals. All of the meals. But it does get tedious and tiresome. And inconvenient if I really am wrapped up in something important, or I’m feeding the baby, who doesn’t understand that Mommy has other things to do and can’t always keep a boob popped in his mouth.
When he does the dishes too, well, let’s just say that my ecstasy over that rivals an orgasm.


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