This morning I was putting on my makeup in the bathroom and I peered out into the hallway to ask the hubby, who was checking his work e-mail on his laptop in the kitchen, if he had gotten a good night’s sleep.
Hubby: “Yeah, I did. When you came in to wake me up I was dreaming about buying a motorcycle.”
Me: “Oh, really. I bet you had your girlfriend with you.”
Hubby: “No, actually you were with me. And you didn’t like the one I was buying. You wanted something more Harley-ish.”
If that’s not proof there’s life after kids, even if in one’s dreams, I don’t know what is.