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"For every up there is a down. In Rex&amp;#039;s case, this is a literal statement. Because while the sex has increased tenfold in the past few months, last week it came to blaring halt due to illness. And then yesterday eve, when we could have shared a nice interlude after our movie night (because nothing screams &amp;quot;Let&amp;#039;s get it on&amp;quot; like Harry Potter and the Sorcerer&amp;#039;s Stone) he got super pissy over something so silly it&amp;#039;s barely worth mentioning. But, lucky for you, I&amp;#039;ll tell you all about it. Apparently, he wasn&amp;#039;t happy with me laying in bed while he went the extra five feet for some additional quilts. In a grand display of irritation, he yanked the one remaining cover off me and then loudly stormed into the bathroom for a shower, leaving me to fend for myself in the cool night air. I suppose I could have taken the high road and made the bed for us. Instead, I made my side of the bed and threw his pillow in the Pack &amp;#039;n Play. I figure if he&amp;#039;s going to act like a child, the crib is the best place for his bedding. When his shower was done, he huffed his way back into the bedroom. Wordlessly, he yanked on my side of the covers, bringing them back to his side, leaving my piggy toes wiggling in the wind. Pat-pat-pat went his perfectionistic bed making, a reminder to me of my sloppy joe &amp;quot;whatever works&amp;quot; housekeeping style. He retrieved his pillow from the crib and attempted to sleep, a mere five inches from the side of the bed but 36 inches away from me.  I figured, &amp;quot;Let a sleeping dog lie.&amp;quot; And by &amp;quot;dog&amp;quot;, I meant it with all my heart. However, when I turned over I accidentally kicked his butt cheek. That was the closest to ass kissing he&amp;#039;d seen in a while, and it didn&amp;#039;t go over well. &amp;quot;Careful!&amp;quot; he muttered, now 1 inch away from the edge of the bed, but clearly over the edge frustration wise. &amp;quot;What&amp;#039;s your problem!?&amp;quot; I bellowed back.  &amp;quot;I could have used your help with the bed,&amp;quot; he snapped. &amp;quot;I could have used your help making dinner, clearing the table, doing the dishes, putting the kids to bed and doing all the food shopping this afternoon, but you weren&amp;#039;t around, were you!!?&amp;quot; I knew the response. He was working. He knew I knew he&amp;#039;d say that, so he didn&amp;#039;t say anything. So neither did I. The silence lay between us like our son&amp;#039;s Scooby Doo pillow, a remnant of Stink&amp;#039;s reading time just hours prior. Like Stink&amp;#039;s favorite show, the mystery of my husband&amp;#039;s frustration wasn&amp;#039;t hard to solve. He had been working a lot of hours with not a lot of feedback. The kids had woken us up a few nights in a row. Rex and I hadn&amp;#039;t spent much time together lately due to illness and various social obligations.  Was he being a brat? No doubt about it. But I just wanted him to be happy. That&amp;#039;s how I roll.  Yeah right. The truth? I had no energy for a fight. I barely had enough energy to brush my teeth. Besides, I deduced that his months of good husbandship earned him a free pass for a stupid slip-up. &amp;quot;Look, I&amp;#039;m sorry for not helping,&amp;quot; I offered into the dark.  &amp;quot;No, it&amp;#039;s all me,&amp;quot; he quickly jumped in. &amp;quot;I was cranky. I&amp;#039;m tired from work. The kids have been at us like white on rice. We didn&amp;#039;t see each other all weekend. I&amp;#039;m just\u2026 done.&amp;quot; What did I just say was the problem? Where&amp;#039;s my award for being right?  He continued, &amp;quot;I&amp;#039;m the one that&amp;#039;s sorry.&amp;quot;  Just when I thought it couldn&amp;#039;t get any better. &amp;quot;You&amp;#039;re forgiven!&amp;quot; I chirped, and gave him a long, deep, wet kiss.  Then I rolled over and slept like the dead. I&amp;#039;m quick to forgive, but I&amp;#039;m no saint. He took away my covers for Godsake! He can wait a night before he gets any action under them. "^^<http://www.w3.org/2001/XMLSchema#string>
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