Maybe this weekend Philip will stay home and spend time with Remington and I.
He will beat me home tonight (I cant ever seem to escape with my baby before an hour is spent at my moms) and surprise me with a clean kitchen and the laundry will be cleared from the table and put upstairs.
I dont even dream of him folding it, I would be overjoyed if it was simply moved from the table to our bedroom.
Ill come home with a happy Remington and lay my things in the mudroom and be drawn to the kitchen by a wafting smell of shrimp alfredo. Ill see Phil stirring the sauce and he will smile at me and give me and Remington a kiss. Ill take a seat and we will banter lovingly about our day until the Alfredo is ready to be devoured.
Maybe Phil will give Remington his dinner before eating his own.
We will sit on the couch as a family and eat our supper while talking about our goals and dreams and wishes.
Ill take my sleepy baby upstairs and we will finish the evening with a cuddle and a television show before going to our bedroom for sweet foreplay and sensual love making.
Then maybe when we are awoken at 3 am by Remington's growling tummy. Maybe just maybe Philip will touch my shoulder as im climbing out of bed and say "Go to sleep babe, I think its my turn".
Then I would awaken on saturday afternoon confused at how I slept so late. Ill wonder down stairs and find Phil on the floor with Remington. Phil will tell me he thought I deserved to sleep in..
Ah yes, that would be my dream weekend.
Oh, what will really happen you ask?
Well, ill be lucky if I see Phil for dinner before he must return to work. Ill take care of Remington and Phil will come home right as im ready for bed. He will hump the air and ask for a blow job. Ill say no, we will go to bed. Ill get up with Remington all through the night and I will get him ready in the morning and Phil will sleep in....bc he works.
When Phil slinks downstairs at noon he will ask me what is for lunch and if he has any jeans clean. He will go outside to do whatever it is he does out there in our yard. Ill get lunch ready and start his laundry and he will come in and we will all eat and he will run off for the rest of the day.
Yup, thats my "usual"...
And he acts heartbroken when Remington screams when he holds him...
Maybe if he was a little less self absorbed Remington would know who the hell his dad was.



