Boy, was it exhausting.
I had my 10 month-old on my back, and at times carried my 2 year-old, while my husband carried our 4 year-old that got stung by a bee, and all of our gear.
We had a great time, and spent some much needed family time together, but when we got home I could hardly move.
I was pooped.
My husband always asks, "you pooped?"
And, I say, "No Dear, I didn't poop. I am pooped. As in, I'm tired."
Like I'm the only one who's ever heard this expression before.
Anyway, after our hiking trip, I was exhausted. We put the kids to bed, and I barely got into bed myself.
The moment my body hit the bed, I could no longer move, and hardly speak. My body felt like it weighed a million pounds. I was that tired.
As a Mom, there's lots of reasons to get this tired.
Whether it's staying up all night with the kids, being sick yourself, being up with sick kids, getting hurt, or just doing everything that you always have to do as a Mom, sometimes at the end of the day you feel like you can no longer function.
Well, that was me.
Some where is my cloudy, sleepy head I wished that my husband would just kiss my forehead, cover me up with a blanket, and let me sleep.
My husband however, was bright-eyed, and bushy-tailed, and I could tell by the look on his face that he wasn't going to stop bothering me until we had sex. He would toss, and turn all night long, unable to sleep, and keep me awake if he didn't do something about his er - something.
I would settle for getting the sex over with so I could sleep.
I don't mean that he did this in a bully-fashion, more like an excitable dog humping your leg kind of fashion. The other would NOT be acceptable under any circumstances.
He was such a great husband, and father all weekend, he just is - if I could move, or anything I would want to express my love for him.
Instead, I just slurred, "I'm sorry Dear, I can't move, love you though."
If he were a dog, he would be salivating, and panting at the thought that there was a tiny chance he was going to get some meat.
"Whatever." Was all that I could muster, just about to fall asleep.
So he went ahead, and I said to him again that I was sorry that I could do nothing, but lay there.
And, do you know what he said!?
I think that he must have been thinking out loud during that moment, but man did I wake up the instant that I heard those words!
He's never used a blow-up doll, nor does he have one, and I felt bad until that instant - what a thing to say!
Talk about all romance going out the window...sometimes, okay - always I wish that he would keep these kinds of thoughts to himself.
Whatever happened to romance, etiquette, chilvary, being a gentleman, and all those other qualities from the good Ol' days?
I guess they disappeared along with writing letters to people, spending Sunday's visiting people, going to dances, and all that other good stuff from way back when.