Tuesday, October 12, 2010

Wakey wakey, eggs and bakey

This would’ve been a great morning for it. Rain coming down in loud, ploppy drops, cool but not really cold. The sky still oddly dark for 8:02 a.m. This morning would have been perfect to open the windows wide and do it.

Because when the rain comes, so do I.

We’re morning people. Used to be evening people, often evening and the next morning people, but it’s changed of late. Because with the evening comes the tired from a day that begins (for him) at 6 a.m. And in the morning we’re not fuzzy from several rounds of strong pub beer or after dinner cocktails. And with the kid on board full time, the energy level is high; it's like having a pigeon in the house (in a good way). Add to it his new habit of coming downstairs on lazy weekends to wake us. Explanations of "wrestling" only get you so far.

How do you breeders get doing it done?

We could have snuck away for a quiet quickie Saturday night. The boy had an evening, drop-off birthday party (many blessings to that brave, possibly hearing impaired Mother). But instead of naked time we spent our spare 2 ½ hours on a dinner out, just us grown ups. No crayons on the table, we even sat at the big polished wood bar and made friends with the barkeep. And at was good. The ambers and the mussels and the frites and the casseolet (made with sausage and bunny) and the dirties and the bourbon. Too good because later that night (after snoozing 20 minutes into the Jane Lynch hosted Saturday Night Live) my belly was too full and head too sloshy for sex. We simply both fell asleep. Fast. Early the next morning, tangled up together, he suggested a shower. A grand idea squashed when a toe head, Chicklet grin appeared asking for breakfast.

Morning sex allows time to sneak away on the premise of brushing ones teeth (proper morning bang bang etiquette) and (two birds, one stone) for diaphragm insertion. Found some men have – let’s call it – a concern about boarding the downtown bus with a passenger stuck way in the back (I don't think they're ready for this jelly), so timing is crucial.

This would have been a great morning for it.

Maybe it'll still be raining at lunch.


The Housewife said...

I do wonder how our sexy times will be affected if we are ever successful at breeding..

Syd said...

Pre-baby, I didn't think we'd be the kind of couple who's sex life would be affected by procreation. We like it. We like it good.

Alas, tis not to be so. You ask how we breeder do the deed. The answer (mine at least): We don't. But we really hope to soon.

It's like being a frustrated teenager again...only with bills.

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