It's been a wild ride, lot's of fun, and totally exhausting. But worth it.
I don't mean sex. Sex? What is that anyway?
Between coming home from holidays, unpacking, preparing to send our 4 year-old to school, and did I mention re-packing to go away again, my head is spinning in a million different directions, and life couldn't feel any more chaotic.
I don't recall having sex since we were away on our holidays actually.
Nor have I had time to do anything else.
And, I know that I will survive, but I'm preparing my husband for the long days of - well sexless nights to come.
We're going to be spending the weekend in close quarters with family members, and our kids, and let's just say there will be no nooky unless we decide to do it in our car. Hmm...no, that is so not going to happen.
I'll be lucky if I make it to bed to sleep, and get the kids to sleep in a strange place.
Quite frankly I'm completely exhausted. Travelling without kids is tiring enough, but with kids, that's a whole other story.
While I don't mind a dry spell when it comes to our sex life every so often, my husband is the total opposite, and as much as he wouldn't admit it, he turns into a Super Grumpy Hormonal Monster.
Some kind of weird Male PMS. Let's call it LOS (lack of sex).
His priorities when it comes to survival, as much as he may be reluctant to admit it are as follows:
1. Have sex.
2. Try to have more sex.
3. Grope, fondle, allow the little man below my belt to say his piece, and make sure that my wife knows that I want more sex.
4) Eat, Drink - I wonder if I could lick what I'm eating off my wife, or have her lick it off me? Maybe I could accidentally drop a piece of food down her shirt.
5) Sleep, after I've had sex, again.
Man, it must be a frustrating life, when you're a man that wants sex (the kind of sex you use to have when you were falling madly in love, and couldn't get enough of each other - oh and when you didn't have kids.)
And now, you just don't get as much of it as you want any more. Marriage, what a pooper. Poor guy, awe I feel so bad for you.
If Mr. Grumpy Pants wants to pout, and be grumpy just because he's not getting any every once, and a while - well I guess he'll have to get to know his little friend the one eyed monster a little better, after all I'm sure he's not as tired, and in demand as his wife - Mom of 3.
What is it that they say? - In order to love others, you must first love yourself?
Well, I predict a whole lot of loving himself until life settles down. I've said my piece.
Off for the weekend with Mr. Grumpy Pants, wish me luck.