My parents are watching the toddler for the night because we’re going out for dinner, and they picked him up this afternoon to take him away which gave us a long stretch of freedom before we had to be where we needed to go.
My first order of business was a long, solitary shower. The kind where no one is desperately trying to get in on the other side of the locked door. The kind where the water was hot when I got into the tub. The kind that involved the full extent of personal grooming.
And then Spouse and I got wild. Finally free to fulfill our urges uninterrupted, we did what two people who live together occasionally desperately need to do.
Dirty, I know. Well, not anymore.