baby? I feel horrible about asking, but it's for you." I bat my eyelashes at you and give you my best pleading look. You sigh. This day just got shitty again. "Ok, love. If it's important to you, I'll go get the damn eggs." I smile in relief and gratitude. "It is, thank you." I get up and come to you, planting a big kiss on your lips, heedless of the complaints and gagging noises from the kids. You grab your wallet and keys and trudge out the door and get back in your car to head to the store. When you return home, 20 minutes later, the front room is dim, with just one light by the couch left on. "Great," you grumble. "No one can even bother to stay up and spend some time with me