Twenty seven minutes

And you get upset because he put too much butter on your tost and the coffee he made for you is not as hot as you want it to be.

And he gets on your nerves because he insists on making your hair the way he likes,  and you have to move them again away from your face. 

And in the afternoon, when you walk the dogs, you always disagree about who is going to press the little button at the crossing lights, and because he always wants to go right towards the cava shop  and you want to go left towards the seafront.

And you always send him to do the shopping, because you really hate going to the supermarket and then on top of that you make a fuss because he always buys ten more things, mainly sweets and chocolate bars, and what’s  the point of the bloody shopping list if he is going to buy ten more things anyway that bloody stubborn son of the .. 

But when you come home exhausted from work and don’t have the energy to say not one word, you lie on the sofa for a while with your eyes closed, and you sense a blanket covering you softly, a kiss on the forhead and a warm hand caressing your face, and there you lay still, with your eyes closed, taking a big breath, releaved he is there.

And then you play pillow fights with him and the kids jump on the bed and your bedroom becomes a war zone full of crazy people but you don’t care, you lough until your stomach hurt.

And you turn of the light when he is taking a shower because he drives you crazy with his  stupid  voice and in winter you want the quilt for yourself and you leave that poor soul next to you uncovered  and you touch him deliberately with your ice cold feet and lough. You re mean and you enjoy to see him suffer and you lough like Cruela De Vile 

And when you sit to watch television  you will break his balls until he puts on the programme you want to watch and as soon as he does  in three minutes you are asleep. 

And it really gets on your nerves that he is always so soft with the kids and that makes you look like the mean one , and then on other days, when he tries to act after your nugging and be more stright, you turn your head the other way, so they won't see you lough, because he looks ridicullus trying to be stright and then you think that you wouldn’t wish for a different father for your children.

And every day he has so many things to tell you, he sits opposite you at the kitchen table and he just talks about this and that and you stare at him but at some point you stop hearing what he says, you just observe  his lips moving, and you think how strange his voice sounds, and how his shoulders move as he talks, and that his red top makes him look really hot and that the kids wont be back from English Lesson for another half hour.

And then, as if he read your mind,  he suddenly stops talking, just stares, smiles at you and tells you he realy likes the color of your lipstick, that you are his princess, the love of his life, the most beautifull woman in the world.

And then you say “Shut up and le’ts go upstairs, we only have twenty seven minutes”