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I smile at my husband as I go to answer the knock on the door. The babysitter has finally arrived. I raise my eyebrows at my husband to silently indicate that he should come meet me upstairs. He gives me a barely perceptible nod in agreement. I sneak away, knowing that stealthy actions will be my only way to pull this off. It has been a long time since we have been able to do this.
A few moments later my husband slips into our bedroom. He quietly closes the door behind him. The lock clicks into place. We stare at each other for a minute, unsure where to begin.
A pair of shorts gets placed on the end of the bed. A shirt, thrown into a pile. Socks are strewn everywhere. I grab a hold of the sheet. We fall quickly into a rhythm. Flip, left, over. No, don't put that there. Over there! Yes, yes!
The time flies by. The deed is done before I even realize it. We were able to accomplish it before the children noticed our absence and barged in to interrupt. A blissful sigh escapes my throat.
God. It is SO much easier folding laundry (especially the sheets!) with someone else helping. Next on the list: sneaking the last few scoops of ice cream before the babysitter leaves without getting caught.