Yesterday I blogged about priorities and about making time for the important things. I DID include spending time with my family in my top 5 but, it may have surprised some of you that "Sex" did not specifically make the list.
It's probably there in the top 10 somewhere but if a lack of sex is a dry spell, we have been having a 500 year drought in these here parts.
The obvious reason is that I'm spending 3-4 days a week in Manhattan. The less obvious reason is that my husband has rediscovered the gym and has turned into a total musclehead - more concerned with setting his alarm clock for 5 am so he can get in a great workout than staying up until the kids are asleep so that WE can get in a great workout (if you know what I mean.)
Add to that the fact that I've been working late even when I am home so that I am practically coming to bed while he is getting up and our romantic interludes have been less romantic and more items added to both of our TODO lists that we are more excited to be able to cross off than we are to actually do.
But last night we'd made a date after several false starts over the weekend - including one that had me threatening to stab him at 6 am if he didn't get back on his own damn side of the bed and let me sleep.
So we had this date planned and he tried to bail out of it by kissing me.
At 10pm he walked into my office where I was on the phone with my mother. He leaned in to kiss me and I dove out of the way, "DON'T KISS ME!" I yelled.
"I'm just kissing you." he argued leaning in again.
"NO!" I yelled. "I'm coming to bed! I'm coming to bed! You can't kiss me!"
"Fine," he said, and left the room to kiss the kids.
Then, lest my mother think there was some marital trouble I explained that every night he came into my office to kiss me goodnight and that took the pressure off me to go to bed to be able to kiss him goodnight. And some nights when I planned to go to bed, I would get stuck in my office for hours longer because the good night kiss had already happened and I felt like I could do, "One more thing."
As I finished explaining this to my mother he walked back into my office and leaned in to kiss me again, "No!" I yelled. "no. no. no."
Then I said to my mother, "I have to go or he's going to kiss me."
"You're very strange." she told me before hanging up.
I got up from my desk chair and headed toward the hall way. I heard a click. I froze.
"I heard your ankle crack." I called.
He laughed and came out from his hiding place outside my doorway where he had been lying in wait to kiss me as I came out.
"It's terrible getting old." he said.
But about 15 minutes later he didn't seem so old...
This is very cute. Even if other priorities get in the way, it is nice that you both can still have fun together.
Posted by: alaina | April 03, 2012 at 09:05 AM
Awww! Loving this story!!!
Posted by: erin | April 03, 2012 at 09:43 AM
Laughed through the whole story, but really laughed when you said "if you know what I mean". As if we don't know what you mean!
Posted by: Alissa | April 03, 2012 at 12:46 PM
I don’t know whether to love you or hate you! :) This rocks, and sounds a lot like our house. (If ya know what I mean…)
For whatever reason, I canNOT get your blog to come up at my day job…it’s forbidden and the web barracuda shoots me down every time I try to get here from there, so I have much catching up to do. :)
Posted by: Jules | April 03, 2012 at 06:58 PM
Love this. Somehow we have this unspoken rule in our house that if one of us goes to bed, the other follows. We'll see how long that lasts.
Posted by: Stacey | April 03, 2012 at 09:16 PM
Lol, you two are too funny.
Posted by: Marta | April 04, 2012 at 06:21 PM
You two sound like you have a good, sweet thing going on.
Speaking of things that crack......just wait for the knees. Every time I kneel down or stand back up, my knees sound like shredded wheat. Makes me hungry for cereal. (;^)
Posted by: Dawne with D Magazine | April 04, 2012 at 11:10 PM