It all starts on the day when you spread your legs, and bear all for the doctor, or nurse, or whomever is helping you to deliver your precious little bundle of joy.
From that moment on, it seems that nothing is sacred.
You sleep with a baby attached to your breast, you kiss your husband while a toddler tugs at you, you can't even go to the bathroom without having an audience.
As I sit in the bathroom, and I look around. The tiny room is filled with all 3 of my kids, and who walks in but my sweet husband to join the party.
What's worse is that my in-laws live next door, and feel like their presence is wanted without the decency of a phone call. I know I like that we can stop by at their house anytime, and always feeling welcome. But I can't help but not feel the same way about them popping over at anytime to our home.
At least when I go there, I knock, first.
So my husband, and I just put the kids to bed, and we are hanging out downstairs. We live in a new home that we built ourselves, and it's not completely finished yet.
So we don't have any curtains on some of our windows. But, no biggy, I mean we live in the country, and the only eyes that are going to see us from the back of our house are the cows in the field.
Well, I was watching TV, and my husband decided to take off his clothes. He stripped down to get more comfortable, and sat beside me on the couch.
He then asked me if I wanted some popcorn, and I said "sure."
So he went to the kitchen, walking right by our kitchen window towards the stove to make us some.
As I glanced over at his naked, and very cute bum striding across the kitchen floor, who was pressed up against the kitchen window with their hands arched over their eyes so they could see into our house better? - My mother-in-law.
Yes, she saw he sweet darling son strutting his stuff, completely buck nude across our kitchen.
I couldn't help but scream at him to alarm him of her presence. He ran to get cover, and I covered myself up with a blanket. (I wasn't naked. But, I didn't want my mother-in-law to see me in lingerie either.)
I'm sure I'm not the only Mom who feels exposed, and naked - even with clothes on.
And, my husband doesn't understand why sometimes I just want to have a shower alone. Why would I want to be by myself?!
So, that leaves me with one question - is in fact nothing sacred?
Mama of Romance
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