I make this really excellent cabbage soup. Mrs. Montoya likes it, I like it, but it never sounds good as in, “Hey, let’s have some of that soup for dinner!” We usually only have it when we’re out of food and a trip to the grocery store is a day or so away. But man, once that soup’s in the bowl and soakin’ up saltines it’s really damn good. Our sex life is so much like this that we can’t even mention cabbage soup without grinning like fools.
You can schedule sex into your life if you want, just like we could make a weekly menu with cabbage soup every Wednesday evening, but then you’ll always be thinking of some comedy sketch where everything gets put on hold and everyone is looking at their watches.
Instead, schedule a 30 second kiss every evening and let us know how that goes after a week. Please: details 
It doesn’t sound like much, but it’s such a tiny commitment that nobody can back out of it–but it gets your brain going in a certain direction…