Its been a long day.
You've barely eaten since the sugar laden coffee from the morning to help the milk withdrawal symptoms that you faced from being lazy to restock the groceries.
You stumble home from work in a daze.
You figure there's a lot of cleaning from the week to do.
You start making dinner with three bottles of beer.
You do two loads of dishes
You let the dinner simmer while you run out and buy more beer and chocolate ganache for dessert.
You tidy up the house and search for quarters for laundry.
You give up.
And just before the time comes, you battle with what to do with your hair.
You brush it and search frantically for your eyeliner.
You spritz on the first perfume you can find although the smell of cooked food has already stuck to your skin and hair.
You chill the beer in the fridge.
And then you wait.
For the Boy to walk through the door.
After a week.