A few of the blogs I read have been posting about sex lives (or lack there-of). It got me to thinking and I just wanted to get some feedback on this.
Having just had the sex last night, I'm feeling a sense of relief. Like I just bought myself a few days. Is that so very wrong?
Seriously, after working all day, feeding a toddler, and cooking up scrumptious meals every night if I can dispense with the "putting out" I'd like to. I know I sound like the typical suburban house-wife but man, sex can be a chore. I should just get myself a minivan and call it a day...Oh wait. I do have a minivan (Shut-up. Who are you? Mario-f*ucking Andretti)
Now, truth be told Mr. Peeveme is all sorts of hotness. Hot as the day is long. And he's nice and super-hygienic. The man flosses 2 times a day! And he "gets" me and my sick sense of humor. And tells me I'm pretty. But nothing sucks the sexy out of a woman like infertility, a teen-aged step-son who just flunked high school, and a huge pile of clothes needing to be ironed.
I'd love to have a hot sex life again. I remember the days when we'd wake up in the middle of the night and go at it. If I put the moves on Mr. Peeveme at 2am nowadays he'd punch me in the face thinking I was a thief who had broken in.
I know the man deserves more sex and he deserves more than just "put out" sex. But right now a little "put out" sex is what I can muster and it's better than nothing.
In a few weeks/months when IVF #2 is done and the teenager moves out (Yes Please!) we'll get back to our Jolie/Pitt sex life...you know...except without the resulting procreation.