Saturday morning I coached an 8am soccer game and a 9am soccer game for my daughters while my husband coached a 9am football game for my sons. After the 9 o'clock game my daughters and I raced back to the football field to see the last play of the football game. Then my in-laws - who had come up for the game - came back to my house and I made bolognese sauce and lasagna.
I took the kids out to ride their bikes (my 5yo is THISCLOSE to riding by herself) and cleaned out all of the too-small clothes from the kids' drawers and helped them put away about 6 loads of laundry.
It was a LONG day.
At 6am when my husband was trying to get me out of bed he started whispering sweet nothings in my ear. He was just doing it to get me aroused and awake but it totally backfired when I whispered my own sweet nothings back.
He looked at me and his eyes dilated as all of the blood left his head. I'm pretty sure he giggled. "Okay" he said.
"Go away." I told him snuggling back into the bed.
"TONIGHT." he promised.
Well, after our early wakeup call and the day we had, there wasn't much energy left by bedtime to fulfill any commitments.
But neither of us wanted to completely pull the plug.
"I don't think I can - but I want to." I told him.
"That's okay, we don't have to." he said, kissing me.
Before long, one thing led to another and while neither of us made good on the promises we'd made that morning, we managed to essentially achieve the same goal.
The situation doesn't have to be perfect, you can be too tired, too busy, too whatever, you just have to give yourself 5 minutes (according to World of Psychology) and a willingness to compromise and you're there.
And the ironic twist to this post is that I just turned my husband down to finish this post.