"Honey," you say, "I Have a headache and just... don't want to right now."
He says, "fine... fine... Well, we best get up and get read for work then..."
He gets up to do just that. You watch him first go to the restroom, you could only imagine to remove the issue of morning wood, shower, shave, etc. Then he ambled out to get dressed while you stay tucked up in the sheets of your bed.
"Aren't you going to get ready, dear?" he asks, as he goes down stairs to get a quick bite to eat before leaving.