It is now a 50/50 chance of getting it on after a long day and a night of making sure our kids are well adjusted and asleep. Do we race to the finsh line, aka “You get yours, cuz I’m getting mine!” or do we try to make the most of the couch and the next hour before sleep deprivation rears its ugly head?
Wifecat just yawned. I think tonight is not the night. Whoa-oh.
50/50? What the hell do you think you are, Newlyweds?! We’ve got about a 1/10 chance on any night, numerically!
Obviously, the only answer is to ask your partner. Hopefully, more often than not, you’ll be on the same page. I’ve been known to say, “Mmmmm…I have 20 minutes 'till the kids are up - wanna pretend we’re in high school and the bell’s gonna ring soon?” Makes it seem much more illicit and fun, rather than something I’m squeezing into my day. But I’m also being clear that this isn’t the time for a marathon session.
We also declare “cuddle time” when we just want to feel hugs and caresses, but we’re too exhausted to actually do the deed. Again, we just “call it” upfront, so we know what we’re asking of each other - the more tireder person doesn’t feel bugged for sex.
If she’s yawning, maybe tonight would be a good time to offer a foot rub while she stretches out on the couch - and not a foot rub leading to sex, but just a foot rub. And make sure she KNOWS that you’re not asking for sex by rubbing her feet - just tell her WhyNot said she deserves a foot rub before bed! Or surprise her by cleaning all the kids’ toys out of the bathtub and drawing her a bath with some candles and bubbles (use some shampoo if she doesn’t have any bubblebath - and don’t use the kids’ bubblebath, it smells like “work” to a mom.) She might be inspired afterwards, but if not, you’ve got some good will banked!
I’ll be honest, we spend a lot more time doing other stuff than having sex these days. But I think because we stay in communication about it, we haven’t gotten resentful or angry.
WhyNot y’know I luv ya…but…I wasn’t worried bout her.
She just got hers…
…and I almost got mine.
Almost.
What a word.
It means so much as it explains so little.
I am a real man…ladies first.
But…I waited. In fact, one could say I waited too long. I was swept up in the moment of solitude. No cries of hunger, just cries of lust. And they were oh so sweet.
And then #2 began to wake.
And wonder.
And hunger.
#2 has the tit of functionality that I was enjoying aesthetically.
Foot rub? I ain’t gong there. As it stands, Wifecat 1, Tomcat 0
Oh dear. Poor Tomcat. I misunderestimated you. I don’t suppose I could convince HER to give YOU a rubbing - anatomy of your choice, of course? (or should that be :o ?)
Sex as a parent?
1 kid? Yeah you might notice a change in frequency.
2 kids? You’ll whine but get juuust enough.
3 kids? Let’s just say you’ve entered a different stage in life. You’re a teenager again. You will once again have to rely on luck.
(or should that be :o ?)