It reminds me of a legend about Socrates. He was a great man full of wisdom and his wife wasn't naive. In fact she was so good and gentle to Socrates except for a few buckets of cold water thrown on his face whenever he came late after his philosophical meetings.

This has been the same ever since the creation of man. No wife endures getting back late from office. You're no Socrates for them. You're their sleeping pillow. Aren't you?