I yelled out, hearing Brad come through the door. “Hey, how was your day?” Brad asked. “It was fine, but work was a drag. Listen, we’ve got to be at the Fullers’ at seven, and the kids will be home from a playdate any minute. I’m gonna fold a quick load of clothes, and then let’s go ahead and knock out some L-O-V-E before all the chaos. You game?” “I’m on my way!” Brad called back. “Love you,” I said. "Love you, too.” I never dreamed I’d pencil in on my calendar a daily tryst with Brad: 2 P.M.—Conference call. 3 P.M.—Carpool to dance, pop by bank, and run in grocery store on the way home. 4 P.M.— Meet exterminator, check e-mail, pay a few bills online, and throw clothes in dryer. 5 P.M.—Start dinner, manage homework, sign permission slips, check e-mail, prep for PTA meeting, and locate missing cat, Merlin. 6:30 P.M.—leave for PTA meeting; from car call sitter about tomorrow’s schedule, call mother, and call best friend in New Jersey. 8 P.M.—Nice little Gift with Brad.
