A stressful situation

Two months after the birth of our babies, my wife Red and I are cooking dinner together. The heat from the stove is making us both hot under the color and sweaty which is sometimes a sure sign of trouble. People can get tired under those conditions. I like to cook, but sometimes I wonder if it is really worth it. I am almost tempted to take off all of my clothes because of the heat, but I do not think that cooking a meal while I am naked would be very safe. She is fixing pork chops and I am making mashed potatoes and a blueberry cobbler for dessert. I chose that particular dessert because I know how much my sweetheart just loves blueberries.

I would like to think that I am fixing my darling's favorite dessert simply because I love her and I want her to be happy Maybe I am trying to unduly influence her in somehow. Maybe I have an ulterior motive lurking just below the surface. I cannot help but stare at my beautiful wife sometimes. Her long curly blond hair and her soulful eyes along with her long slender legs mesmerize me and make very excited. I get distracted from my task when I imagine myself grabbing Red and giving her my hottest smooch while grabbing her lively bottom. I picture the passion of the kiss making us slowly sink to the floor. I want nothing more than to take off her clothes and feast my eyes on her beautiful body. I realize that it is not meant to be when I discover that Red has been trying to get my attention.

"Are you okay, Vanessa?" Red asked.

"Uh... yeah..." I stutter while blushing since Red had caught me not paying attention. "What did you say?"

"Where do you think the kids should go to school?" Red pressed.

"I was thinking that my school would be the best for them," I suggested.

"But it would be so much easier to send them to the school that I went to," Red persisted. "It's only half an hour away."

"They could get a good education at my school," I debated a little more loudly than I intended.

"And they couldn't at mine?!" Red hollered.

"I didn't..." I tried to defend myself.

"I suppose that you think that I'm stupid!" Red shrieked.

"Stop putting words in my mouth and let me get a word in edgewise!" I loudly protested.

"WHY SHOULD I?" my enraged wife blared. "I KNOW WHAT YOU'RE THINKING!"

"I AM GETTING TIRED OF THIS!" I shrieked.

"Calm down both of you!" Cindy sharply ordered from behind us.

Thanks to our very helpful friend who was wearing an orange dress, I realized how completely stupid our argument was so I pinched my nose to reign in my feelings. I could not help but wonder why our peacemaker was holding both of our purses and our shoes.

"Your kids are only two months old," Cindy pointed out. "Don't you think it is a little early to be fighting about where they go to school?"

I knew that our strawberry-blonde friend was right. How could I have been so stupid? I quickly hugged my beautiful wife and there was only one thing that I could say.

"I'm sorry."

"I am too."

"I am not surprised that you two had this fight," Cindy grumbled.

"Why?" Red wondered while letting go of me.

"You two have been running yourselves ragged ever since your kids were born," Cindy explained.

"But we love our babies!" Red and I both argued.

"I know you do, but every parent needs a break occasionally," Cindy persisted. "That is why they invented baby sitters. Do me a favor. Go out for the night. Do whatever you want to do, but please do not come back until sunrise. I will finish dinner and take care of the little darlings until you get back."

I was just about to follow my friend's advice until our children started crying to tell us that they were sad. Our fighting must have done this. My first instinct was to run to them and fix it.

"Please don't!" Cindy protested while standing between us and the kitchen door. "You need this time off. I will cheer up Jack and Alicia."

Even though it pained us to do so, we put on our shoes and left the house with our purses while our precious babies were crying.