This Happens A Little Too Frequently For My Sorry-A$$ Married Taste

Husband is under the covers in bed. I am lying on top of him having just passed out after a kiss. Our room is colder than a an ice fishing shack. We are wearing sweat pants and three layers of hoodies.

Me: "We haven't done it in a while." (That would be precisely two days to be exact.)

Him: "You should fix that."

Me: "YOU should fix that."

[one minute silence]

Him: "You should take your clothes off..."

[pause for effect laziness]

Me: "YOU should take my clothes off..."

[one minute silence]

Him: "This is too much work."

[one minute later]

Him: "zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz"

Me: "zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz"

There is always tomorrow night....