5:00 am (alarm clock sounds obnoxiously)
A feminine apple shaped body connected to a chipmunk faced lady turns her head towards her left shoulder to view the morning darkness. She glares out the beige curtain-dressed window. Rolling her eyes, she extends her right arm at the night table next to her bed, swinging it to end the buzzer.
Her: *soft yawn while staring at the ceiling*
Him: *his back facing her* *body laying still and unbothered*
Her: *her left hand uses a soft pressure to nudge his shoulder*
Him: *deep tired mumble* yes sweetie
Her: don’t forget to wake the kids and get them dressed. My trainer is waiting to torture me *she giggles, and then slowly sits up and swings her feet to the floor*
Him: Arrrggghhhh alright *in a loud yawning voice*
Her: and don’t forget their oatmeal for breakfast. Their lunches are packed.
Him: YEP! * with sarcastic enthusiasm while stretching to rise from the bed*
Her: *walks to the lounge chair in the corner of the room while stripping of her nightie* I’m serious. No more pastries or big slices of cake for breakfast. I don’t want our kids to be obese.
Him: *grabbing her naked body from behind and hugging tightly while mumbling into her neck* I don’t see a problem with that
Her: *flattered and blushing* arggh really babe! come on we’ve discussed this before. This will make me feel better. Plus I want to look good for your sister’s wedding this summer. No more Shamu standing behind the skinny chicks in pictures. *she wiggles out of his hold and gathers the workout sweats and t-shirt from the chair to put on*
Him:*sighs while watching her walk away* Well I hope you and your aerobics teacher have a nice time pumping iron or whatever it is you do.
Her: ha ha! it’s cross-training Mr Ex -High School jock. Time has been catching up to you…and your beer belly. *she smirks while grabbing her gym bag and water bottle*
Him: *looking down in a wide legged stance* I thought you liked my hairy gut *patting his stomach in a goofy manner*
Her: see you later. Love you *she announces loudly while making a beeline for the front door of their 2 bedroom apartment*
*a hint of giggling children stirs in the background*
Him: I love you too baby *he announces back* Oh, babe I forgot to tell you…
Her: OhMyGosh babe what is it? *she pauses in her tracks, and turns to make eye contact with her husband*
Him: *he continues* I forgot to tell you Kevin is supposed to bring in cookies for the bake sale. Nothing store bought.
Her: *loud sigh* call your mom. I’m out the door right now
Him: actually mom’s knee is still bad. She can’t stand honey.
Her: I have to go babe. You’ll figure it out *opens door to leave*
Him: We can’t send Kevin to school without the cookies. We signed up for this.
Her: *closes door, drops the gym bag at her feet, kicks sneakers off, walks into kitchen, grabs supplies from fridge, pulls hair into ponytail*
Him: *saunters back into bedroom, calls over his shoulder while walking away* yea do your aerobics step mess some other time
Her: *mumbles, as a pea sized tear speeds down her cheek from her eye* this is why I still haven’t lost the weight