I flew to California on Monday morning and was gone until 11pm Wednesday. That's a quick trip to California but it felt like a long time to be away from home.
My husband and I had made tentative plans for romance when I got home but I was tired and a little cranky and he was all settled in and sometimes the comfort of our bed gets the best of him.
But somehow we pulled it off.
Oh, it was touch and go for a bit. I had to say good night to all the children even though they were asleep. And I just went in and hugged them tight until they basically shoved me away in their sleep and it felt okay to walk away from them.
Then it took me what felt like forever to unpack enough that I had my toothbrush and eye cream and longer to put my shoes in the closet where they wouldn't trip us in the night.
Have you ever been too tired to brush your teeth and wash your face before bed?
But I managed - and when I COLLAPSED into bed I thought, this is not going to happen.
But my husband was playing poker on his phone - so I started reading on my kindle and when the clock finally turned to 11:30 I looked at him and said, "ENOUGH." and turned out the light.
He rolled over to kiss me and one thing led to another and before long we were getting reacquainted.
We had some logistical issues. The husband has been doing pushups lately and his biceps were fatigued so there was one point at which my sternum MAY have been crushed.
Then there was the uncomfortable angle.
And then there was "OH GOD YES DON'T STOP MORE FASTER HARDER OH MY GOD YES NO I DONT EVEN KNOW WHAT I AM SAYING WHAT DID YOU SAY YOUR NAME WAS AGAIN WHAT DID I SAY MY NAME WAS AGAIN WHO ARE YOU WHERE ARE WE CAN WE DO THAT AGAIN!"
Which was nice to come home to.
Until this morning when my 7 yo daughter said, "After you came home and kissed me last night, I had to get up to go to the bathroom and I heard you and Daddy fighting."
To which I replied, "Oh, I'm sure we weren't fighting sweetie."
And then I ran and hid so she couldn't ask me why I had been screaming.