The routine has been the same almost every day this week. Make dinner, and afterwards retire to the living room to a comfy spot on the couch with tea and Twitter. Dishes do eventually get done, but I spend some of my time wishing that the kitchen fairy would show up, wave a wand, and magically leave everything sparkling clean.
I finally settled with a cup of tea when Hubs turned to me with a question.
"Did you go to the store after work like I asked you to?"
I stared into my cup forlornly.
"Nooo... Do I have to? Can't it wait?"
Hubs shook his head.
"But I just got comfy!" I wailed. Under a cozy afghan by the fire, I was finally cozy and ready to relax. Getting on my coat to brave the wind and rain was the last thing I wanted to do.
Hubs called from the kitchen as he went to fix himself a cup of coffee,
"I'll do you a favour later...."
"I'll do the dishes...."
When he came back into the room I was walking out the door with my coat on.
"Where's my keys?"