I put the chocolate candy hearts out for the kids the night before. I knew they'd find it while I was still in bed - and that it would be gone by the time I got up at 7. I was right.
They got on the bus with their bags heavily laden with the Lik-M-stix they'd be handing out as Valentines. I worked until 5. I wanted to go downstairs to start making Valentine's Day dinner - I'd planned to make everyone their favorite meal - but I hadn't showered yet and wanted to be ready for the date night I hoped would follow tucking the kids in.
I jumped into the shower. My daughters raced upstairs. "Mommy, we'll pick out your outfit!" They picked a dress that I just bought - it's a little too short, and a little too low cut. "It will look great with your boots!" they cried.
They were right. It would. A short, low cut dress and tall knee-high boots. I couldn't wear it outside the house - but to Valentine's Day dinner in my own kitchen? Yes.
I dressed quickly and dried my hair but skipped the makeup.
I ran down to start dinner. He stopped when he saw me. Then smiled. "Let's go upstairs" he said.
I laughed. "I have to cook the steaks." I told him.
He stood their watching me for about 5 minutes. "Now." he said.
"No." I told him.
He groaned. "I'll be back in 3 minutes." he said.
"You're not going to wait for me?" I pouted.
"If I wait for you, it's going to take about 10 seconds." he told me.
"GO." I said.
True to his word he was back 3 minutes later. We made it through dinner - barely.
And then bedtime. The kids were tucked in and 20 minutes later they were sleeping. It was time.
It was TOTALLY HOT and FAST and CRAZY.
I'd tell you all about it but I swear I don't remember much except how frantic we were.
Neither the dress nor the boots came off - but they didn't get in the way.
When it was over I straightened my outfit and went into my office.
"Back to work?" he asked, laughing.
At bedtime I was tired but still feeling romantic. I walked into our room. "Again?" I said hopefully.
"That would be THREE for me." he reminded me.
"Then brush your teeth extra long," I said, reaching for Carmen.
She was, my sweet battery-powered Valentine, as usual, fast and efficient.
The bathroom door opened. He smiled at me. He came over and kissed me. "What are you doing?" I asked.
"Thinking about what you were doing out here." he said.
And then I got my 'again.'
It was a Happy Valentine's Day INDEED.
Damn, that's hot.
And I so my hubby wasn't sick with a 'Man Cold'.
Fucking, cold.
Posted by: Jen | February 17, 2011 at 12:46 PM
I didn't need extra details to imagine how how it was. :) You and your husband are cute.
Posted by: Nadezhda iskra | February 17, 2011 at 03:20 PM
I see it was his day to win, 3 - 2.
Posted by: chuck | February 17, 2011 at 05:04 PM
Lucky. I had a sick child to attend to and a husband who worked a 12 hour shift. Now I'm sick with what our daughter had and she has had a recurrence this morning.
Needless to say, my V-Day sucked giant donkey balls.
Posted by: Shan @ Last Shreds Of Sanity | February 18, 2011 at 01:40 PM
The dress got in the way? That's why I don't wear dresses.
Posted by: alonewithcats | February 18, 2011 at 10:53 PM
Posts like these are why it's going to be kind of awkward when i finally meet you someday. for realz :-P
Posted by: Shaina | February 18, 2011 at 11:00 PM
All I have say is...I'm jealous! Good for you and your husband for keeping up the energy (even with kids) to have sex mulitple times in one night. Wow. I'm jealous.
Posted by: Emily Gansman | February 20, 2011 at 02:16 AM
Is it right to say you two banging each other's brains out is adorable? Because... adorable.
Posted by: Paxochka | February 23, 2011 at 12:05 AM