Choreplay

For today’s entertainment, I am resurrecting an old post that dates back to January 30, 2008….but sometimes an oldie is a goodie…and it keeps with our discussion last week of our Homes Rising up to greet us. Today’s focus is on the husband……

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Today’s entry is for you, American Husband. And the funny thing is, what you are about to read below reflects an exact conversation that took place in my house just on Sunday evening. I looked over and imagine my surprise when I noticed Mr. Wired Momma sitting on the couch, folding laundry – all on his own volition – and even better – pairing socks. I had to splash water on my face and pinch my cheeks a few times.

This is exactly what me and Mr. WM look like. Seriously.

Once I realized it was really happening, I wasn’t having a wet dream, I took the liberty of letting him know that I’d go roll in the hay right then and there – that’s the only kind of foreplay I need.

He scoffed at me. He really didn’t realize I was serious. I even went on to explain that I’ve told him this before and that all husbands seem to miss this memo – despite how glaringly obvious it is – that if they were to take charge with household chores with regularity – they’d get us into bed a lot more frequently.

He really thought this ludicrous. At that point, I gave up. He was looking a gift horse in the mouth. It was like I was speaking in tongues to him.

And then a friend the link to a word in the Urban Dictionary, a site I’d never even heard of until yesterday and now, a marital relations expert in my mind: