“Problem?” The argument that he should have known what she was talking about was perhaps a valid one, however, there were also so many alternatives. He certainly didn’t seem to lack, as far as problems were concerned — in fact, as of late, they seemed to be piling up all around him to the point where it became a wonder how the Congressmen was able to breathe. Whether the problem was rooted from his office or his home — it made the smallest difference; the fact still remains, they knew no end. Exhaling hard and deep, hands folded and pressed against the wooden surface of his desk ( away from the ransacked paperwork ) as a pair baby blue eyes turned to stare up at her — his darling wife. “Every time I fix one, another problem presents itself. It’s like I’m taking one step forward and two steps back. But please, tell me, which problem are you referring to?“