Hee hee! Let's change it up a bit.
My DH has a 50 minute commute (if there is no traffic).
He gets home around 8-9 PM.
I do homework with kids, cook dinner, clean kitchen, give baths if necessary, read to kids and send them to bed at 7:30.
After they go to bed I do more housework stuff and get DH's dinner set up.
He walks in looking tired and wired and is starving.
He says hi and makes a pathetic attempt to be cheerful if a kid happens to be awake.
He makes a crazy face at the baby (she likes his crazy faces), and pats her on the back.
He gives me a peck on the cheek and eats his dinner.
I fold laundry on the floor with baby wrecking it while he eats and we do a recap of the day.
He says nothing and just wants to listen.
Then I ask if he wants to watch TV, which we do every night.
We both desperately need to mindlessly unwind after our hard day.
The baby is practically attached to me and co sleeps, so she sits in between us and plays with her toys and nurses back and fourth until she finally goes to sleep around 10.
At that point we might watch one more show and out go the lights.
This is life with 3 kids right now.
He says he might get prostrate cancer from the lack of sex, but he doesn't hold it against me or the baby.