Okay, I’ll admit it. I bit off way more than I could chew preparing for Christmas.
Honestly, I thought baking 30 dozen cookies, shopping, mailing cards, potty training, working on my book and taking care of my kids—in a seven day period—wouldn’t be such a big deal. Yet here I am at the end of the week stretched way too thin and stressed out.
Not surprisingly, I was snappy with my husband for most of this week. And he in turn was snappy with me. Why do people call this the “happiest season of all” when it’s really about surviving and not killing your spouse?
Sex With Myself...
Sex was the last thing I wanted. In fact, sex with myself would be far more fun and satisfying (Why don’t I have sex with myself as it would be fun and satisfying?)
But I had to make an attempt at having sex with my husband; if nothing else for this blog.
Note To Self: Don't Fight Before Attempting To Have Sex
After putting my toddler to bed, I poured a hot bath.
In a defiant tone I mumbled to my husband, “Do you want to join me?”
I wanted him to say no. I really needed some me-time and didn’t want to have to make polite conversation in such a cramped space.
But, as Murphy’s Law would have it, he joined me.
The first thing he said when he got in the tub was, “Pour more hot water in.”
I was going to snarkly reply, “There’s enough hot water and we shouldn’t waste.”
But then I thought, “Try not to scrap the one attempt to be nice to each other this week.” So I completely filled the tub with hot water.
The extra hot water seemed to do the trick to relax me. I was just settling in, letting the warm water envelop me when my baby woke up and started softly fussing. Three minutes later, the fussing was too loud to ignore and I was out of the tub drying myself off.
My husband said, “Can’t you just let him be?”
Which could have easily set off another fight but I just kept my mouth shut and got the baby.
Making An Effort Makes A Big Difference
The next morning, the bit of tension between us had ebbed. I’m not sure it’s because of the olive-branch I (reluctantly) offered to take a bath together. However, it felt better not to be in such a scrappy mood.
Which makes me wonder what is the difference between forcing something that shouldn’t be forced; and making an effort because it really needs to be made?
Has anyone noticed that my husband I have yet to have intercourse? Well, that’s my goal for next week.
I have a particular soft spot for Christmas Sex as it has given me both my children. I’ll be trying out Pink lubricant to see how it works. Stay posted.
Originally posted on TrinaRead.com
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