If the leader of the free world can do it why oh why can't you?

He’s late again. I am on my own again. I should be used to it I’m on my own a lot. There was a programme today about parenting on Radio 4 saying that if you want happy children put your marriage first. I agreed – wholeheartedly, not for the children I might say, but for me. It sounded a little one sided, in that the person doing the running should be the mother but I presume that was because it is more usual for the mother to be the one focussing on the children to the exclusion of all else but who can blame her?
If they are anything like me it is because they are neglected.
If a man keeps his woman on her toes and affords her the attention she is due she’ll not be molly coddling her children all the time she’ll be making him cordon bleu suppers, wearing nothing much more than a string of pearls – men just don’t seem to get this.
Do they have no brains? Do they have no sense at all?
I know it’s sexist to play it like this but one glass of champagne on an empty stomach and I’m ready for a major rant.
I need a real man!
Actually I need my husband to pay me some attention and not when I remind him to either – Come on guys! Where’s the spontaneity and romance in that? I need him to sweep me off my feet to keep me in a state of flux to make me feel alive, in love, hell dare I say, it in lust!

I need to feel I am treasured, wanted, that my price is above rubies not like his trusty old lucky frog boxer pants that are kept because they’re comfortable despite myriad holes and distinctly grey appearance.
I am not grey nor am I there to be comfy.
I am a sensual being one that need to be nurtured if I am to be nurturing back – you know what I mean.
Don’t give me that: Well if you want to be taken out all you have to do is say, (and book the table and arrange the babysitter and make sure that you are not otherwise previously engaged with work, your mates or even the garden).
It doesn’t work like that you know it doesn’t. We’re not THAT equal you know. There are some things a man just ought to do – and keep doing even if he is married. Crikey of President Obama can do a date night then why oh why can’t mine???
Okay this was a short rant because if I say anymore I will start embarrassing myself…but please if the leader of the free world can do it – come on guys why not you?