While The Mice Are Away The Cats Should Play

Thursday, November 2, 2006

Something happened yesterday that never happens. Donna and I found ourselves unexpectedly alone in the house. The kids were, one minute, clamoring about the house, the very next they all miraculously were gone. The stars aligned and everyone else was somewhere else doing something else.

Everyone knows these are the kinds of moments you take advantage of. (Of which you take advantage?) This is like being on vacation where you set aside your inhibitions and lounge around in your swimsuit. These are the times you lock the doors, take the phone off the hook and have sex on the kitchen table with Quiet Riot playing on the stereo.

I guess Donna didn't have the same impression of the situation I had. Her big idea was to take this chance to visit her mother so we could give her the pictures I took at her Aunt Jane's funeral. Wow. Hot.

A whole evening entirely to ourselves with no other obligations. There are dance clubs, theaters, bars, concerts, museums, motels and all manner of places just waiting for a burned out couple to rejuvenate their stagnant marriage and there we are at my in-law's. Neat.

I tried very hard to put my best face on and be the good, quiet husband. Really I did. At some point on the way home Donna asked, "Are you upset with me?"

Well... as long as she's asking...

"Not upset. Disappointed. I know you're idea of a good time is not the same as mine and that's ok. Really. But come ON. Your mother's house is the MOST spontaneous fun you could think we could have on an unexpected night out?". I was truly trying hard to just say how I felt and not push my luck. I'm not that good at it.

"What did you want to do?"

"Umm... go out. We could a hundred places and do any number of things we never get a chance to do together", I said more dismissively than I had planned.

This went on for a bit. The more I said, the more I realized she wasn't going to hear my feelings on the subject as anything but an attempt to corrupt or change her. I should have kept my mouth shut.

I figured at the very least though that since she had asked my feelings in the first place that she may take them into account the rest of the night. Wrong. We were home early and went to bed in silence. I in my kerchief, she in her regular 3 layers of sleeping clothes. I was in for a long winter's nap.

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