Saturday night is date night at my house. We don't usually actually LEAVE the house for date night but since we typically head to different rooms after the kids go to bed, any night where we make an effort to spend three hours in the same room is high romance.
My husband and I have a great relationship and since I work from home we see each other a lot but I do really appreciate our Saturday night date nights even though this week we went to dinner (at a restaurant) at 7 and got home at 8:45 before the kids were even in bed. We're totally lame.
Speaking of lame, the only downside of date night is the fact that we're old and after spending three hours playing cards or making conversation we're usually to exhausted to consummate our relationship.
So Sunday morning is sort of our time...
Usually on the weekends the boys wake up at 7 and are forbidden to leave their room before 8, when they race downstairs to watch tv. Between 7 and 8 they've usually succeeded in making enough noise that they've waked the girls and so the kids are usually far enough away and distracted enough by 8:30 for us to wake up properly.
I don't know what happened today because I was still asleep for most of it but apparently my husband woke up before 8 and decided that he was in the mood.
As I mentioned, I was ASLEEP and figured the sooner we started the sooner I could go back to sleep so I managed to shimmy out of my pajama bottoms without opening my eyes.
I THOUGHT that I was being quiet. Ok, that's a lie. I was pretty sure that I wasn't being quiet but I HOPED that no one could hear me and thought we were going to get away with it (even though I could hear the boys in their room down the hall) UNTIL the knock on our door.
As you can imagine, we froze, still coupled.
"Who is it?" we called.
"It's me" my second son called back.
"What?" my husband asked.
He opened the door. "Are the girls in here?" he asked.
"No." we told him. He was smiling.
"Go back to your room." we added. He walked away leaving the door ajar.
"Close the door." We called.
"I did." he said.
"All the way!" we told him.
He came back and shut the door firmly.
My husband sighed with relief.
"Did you?" he asked.
"Yes." I told him.
"Me too." he said, "but I think I can again."
And then the excitement of the possibility took over and he was off again and I'm not really sure whether it mattered if I were there or not - except, you know, for the obvious - and then he cried out softly and laughed and said, "TWO! I guess I'm not as old as I thought!"
Then I patted him on the head because I'm at two before he's even joined me most times but I wanted to encourage him.
Then I had a panic attack because, "Where were my daughters? if the boys were looking for them" so I found my pants and went into the boys room and said, "Did you find the girls?"
"Yes," they nodded.
"Are they in their room?" I asked.
"Yes." the answered.
"Then why did you think they were in my room?" I asked.
"Well," my second son said, "It sounded like you were bouncing around in there."
I love your life. Sigh.
Posted by: Moomser | December 05, 2011 at 09:22 AM
Win win you got a double annnd extra sleep. That's how a mom really multi tasks.
Posted by: Kelly | December 05, 2011 at 10:26 AM
You need to get a lock on the door for just such an occasion. ;-)
Which reminds me. We need to get a lock on our door for such occasions as well. My boys don't even bother knocking. They barge right in, come right up to the bed, and refuse to leave until we address their concerns. Usually we're just "in warm-ups" (safely hidden under the blanket) and not "mid-act", but one of these days they're going to see too much and start asking questions. Not that I mind having the birds-and-the-bees discussion... But they're 8 and 4 and I don't want it to start out "Now when you saw Daddy on top of Mommy like that..."
Posted by: TechyDad | December 05, 2011 at 10:51 AM
I am so freaking jealous of you.
Posted by: Handflapper | December 05, 2011 at 11:17 AM
Kelly is right...a win win situation-I love it!!
Posted by: Darcie | December 05, 2011 at 11:27 AM
Awesome.
Posted by: Six | December 05, 2011 at 12:37 PM
hahaha...that is so frakking funny
Posted by: Lynn MacDonald (All Fooked Up) | December 05, 2011 at 02:18 PM
i love this, so cute!
Posted by: melissa | December 05, 2011 at 02:20 PM
Awesome!!!! you go with your bouncy selves
Posted by: DHARZA | December 05, 2011 at 02:25 PM
At least he didn't think mom and dad were fighting :) we are empty nesters so only have to worry about the dogs getting corrupted. we call morning conjugal "cold coffee"...must be getting old!
Posted by: frank anderson | December 05, 2011 at 02:26 PM
win-win situations are always awesome...you are too fun lady!
Posted by: Mrs. Pancakes | December 05, 2011 at 02:32 PM
I walked in on my parents mid coitus when I was six. It was, to say the least, very traumatic. My parents (and when I say parents, I mean my mother) were never quiet. Never. By the time I was a teenager, I got to the point that if I was woken up in the middle of the night by them doing the horizontal mambo, I'd get out of bed and stomp around like a self entitled brat. It always got them to shut up, LOL. So, enjoy your Sunday mornings and try not to worry about the reactions that will come when they actually *know* what you are doing.
Posted by: Laura | December 05, 2011 at 04:38 PM
There will come a day when the kids will knock on your door, knowing what is going on. Because they are focused on their own needs. When that day comes, be kind. :D
Posted by: cath | December 05, 2011 at 07:14 PM
Nice lol. That happened to us a little too often...we have formed the habit of locking the door before any hanky panky.
Posted by: Mybizarrefamily | December 06, 2011 at 02:58 AM
"Well," my second son said, "It sounded like you were bouncing around in there."
BUSTED!!
Posted by: Joe G | December 06, 2011 at 09:16 AM
Jealous...
Posted by: John P | December 13, 2011 at 09:01 AM
hahahahahah I love you
your blog is accusing me of not being human though so I have to stop commenting :(
Posted by: Paxochka | December 16, 2011 at 08:49 AM