Years ago, before my wife and I had kids, she would commute about 40 minutes to work every day. When I had days off in the middle of the week or came home from work early, I would sometimes use the time to surprise her. This would usually involve cleaning the house thoroughly, knocking out a handful of “honey do” items, and then making an elaborate (for my level of cooking prowess) dinner. One thing I remember from those days is racing the clock to get everything done that I wanted to do before she got home from work. I remember that I did not sit at the window watching for her to return, thin...
