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Expect the Unexpected

I haven't been travelling to NYC much lately - I haven't been there in 3 weeks.

Instead, my life has been a series of conference calls, scheduled in back to back 15 minute increments.  Last Thursday, when the day ended I just sat there staring into space while my brain just throbbed from the number of simultaneous things it had been doing all week.

Friday I resolved not to take my work so seriously.  But work was having none of it.

I spent the morning on conference calls again and just about 12:25 when my head was beginning to throb again I jumped up from my desk, ran down to the living room where my husband had a mouth full of lunch and yelled, "I have FIVE minutes, TAKE OFF YOUR PANTS!"

I wish I could tell you that it was the most erotic sex we'd had in a while but after he choked from the surprise and recovered it was time for my next call.

 

Waylaid

I had a crazy travel week planned last week - and then the weather really fucked it up.

The plan was to fly to NYC on Tuesday morning, take a cab to my 1pm meeting, spend the night, fly to Chicago, rent a car to get to my 1pm meeting and then fly home to Boston.

I almost made it.

But then a storm whacked Chicago with enough force to delay my flight home.  My flight to Detrot took off 4 hours late - in time to make me miss my connection to Boston - so I spent the night in Detroit.

People, don't spend the night in Detroit if you can help it.  But if you can't the Airport Hilton is nice.

While I was sitting on the tarmac in Chicago for 4 hours they let us use our electronic devices.  How nice of them.

I was looking for a book to read and noticed that I'd downloaded one I couldn't remember anything about.  It was called The Edge of Never and I don't know when or where I'd gotten it - but I usually download best sellers so I figured it'd be good.

I started reading.

And then I started blushing.  

It's an erotic romance.  Who knew?

By the time their clothes came off I was already into the characters so I kept reading.  

But let's just say the book put ideas in my head.

I finally made it back to Boston and ran straight to my home office to work for HOURS.

I emerged to greet my children and have dinner.  And to tell my husband that I'd been thinking of him.

"Really?" he asked picking up on my eye contact.

"Filthy." I said.

He laughed.  "Awesome."

"No." I told him.  "Really."

He looked intrigued.

We made it through dinner with a limited amount of innuendo.

After the meal I retreated to my office with the girls - and my kindle.

After we tucked the kids in bed I jumped into the shower.  When I got out I put on an outfit that I know drives my husband wild - a sheer white tee with short gym shorts.

He came upstairs and saw me in the outfit.  He laughed.  "What are you doing?" he asked me.

"I told you." I told him.

We tucked the kids in.  The boys were awake.

ARGH. A wrinkle in the plan.

I can't be loud with kids who are awake.

But my agenda was more important than volume.

My husband and I went into our room.  I tried to tell him that we were going to have to wait for the boys to go to bed but somewhere between "No" and "Wait." he started kissing me and 15 minutes later I was snuggled up beside him naked and still breathing heavily.

I THINK we were quiet.  At least I don't remember much of what happened other than that my eyes rolled back in my head at least THREE times.

So yeah, good book. 

I'm Not Sure What To Say

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? 

THAT.

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.

We reconfigured.

Then there was the uncomfortable angle.  

We reconfigured.

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.

More Like That First Thing You Said...

Its Friday afternoon and DH has been pawing at me all day.

And not just pawing, OGLING. So much so that when I bent over to pick something up, I could actually FEEL his eyes on my ass.

Just now he walked up to me, and started kissing my neck.

It should be noted that I went running at lunch and haven't showered yet so this isn't sexy.

I said, "Oh my God! You're like..."

He interrupted, "What!? like a guy who hasn't had sex in a week? Like a guy who loves his wife?"

"More like that first thing you said." I told him.

It Hurts More When I Agree With Him

Last week we went to visit my in-laws for the day.  I actually like my in-laws so it was fun.  The only down side is that my mother-in-law FINALLY remembered that I am a Diet Coke addict - 30 days after I kicked the habit so that's pretty much all she had to drink - except for plain water.

I ended up alternating between Diet Coke and water all day but still managed to polish off a 1 liter bottle (which in the old days would have been BREAKFAST.)

I wasnt jittery or twitchy like I was afraid but at 2am when I was still awake I realized that maybe my body wasn't the caffeine processing factory that it used to be.

My husband was also awake - he'd found a bottle of Coke and made the same mistake I had.

I made a pass at him.  He turned me down flat.

BAH! I thought cruelly.

"No worries." I said, sweetly.

I slipped out of bed, tiptoed silently to my suitcase and grabbed Siri.

She and I were SILENT - but the bed may have trembled a bit.

He rolled over, "Are you???? Argh!"

He tried to roll away but the gravitational pull of a naked woman with a vibrator was too much for him and before long he was participating.

When it was over I told him, "I don't know why you don't always just agree with me."