We have a full house at the moment lots of kids. Lots of running to and from events. Some nights mean not getting home until late husband and I are passing ships in the night yet both of us love it. Love it. This is what life is all about. The house is noisy in every good way possible. How ever having said that it means that for the past month husband and I are sort not feeling the love by the end of the night.
We are well tired. Come the end of the night. I am in my husband away pyjamas a very sensual pink poodle embellished number because they are just so damn comfy. Husband in his old favourite bed shorts and shirts, note I said his favourite not mine. When we say lets slip on something more comfertable that means there means there will be loving tonight. The red light is off and the doors are closed. So there we sit on the couch slothed until one of us says I am going to bed usually me and that’s it. We are an image of Al Bundy and Peggy from the 80’s sitcom Love and Marriage. There is nothing cute about us and there is not even a thought of a little something something by that time of the night.
So last week after almost three weeks of getting no something something and both of us getting a little lets say frustrated I made the decision to make an appointment to get a little something something from my husband (as opposed to some random man). A sex date so to speak. Yes a sex date. I have read about them. I am not the first to plan sex ahead of time which in its self has its benifits; your bibs and bobs are always smooth and rip roaring ready to go. Have a favourite pair of unmentionables..pull them out you know what’s coming up..literally. And this is nothing new women and men having been doing it for years either with money being left on the dresser or exits made out the windows and it does I must admit it added a little nervous energy but in a good way however no money is being left on the dresser a pair of Loueies have been requested in lew but you get my point?
It did feel a little wrong to say to him you need to be here at 12.30 pm for a little adult play but I missed him. It felt wrong to book him in and physically write it in my planner but knowing us as I do we were starting to drift and that’s the start of all sorts of horrible things. We all know how essential sex is too maintain healthy romantic relationships. However as we lay their chatting about how each other were after he indeed arrive at 1230 scrubbed and smelling so delicious (and what man wouldn’t be at a dedicated spot if he knows he is going to get a little loving) it was right. There was no akwardness, no coldness. It was just as it should be and so lets just say we couldn’t wait and it didn’t matter that this getting a little something was ‘scheduled’. After all you book an appointments for doctors, the gym, therapist which are all good for your health so why is when adult time is limited should sex be any different.
So having said that all the kids are at school today, the house is clean, chores are done and today I have an appointment at 11 pm before I am meeting a supplier at 2 pm so I’m under the pump literally.
Do you or have you ever scheduled sex?
xx Deb
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