So, my husband and I decided that, considering we live in a small rustic cabin, we should treat ourselves to a night on the town. Seemed like a grand idea... out to Moxie's for a couple glasses of wine, some bruschetta, and a wonderful meal. Just as I brought my wine glass to my lips to take my first sip.... BRING... cell phone... It's our youngest daughter on the phone and she wants me to tell her brother to be nice... I manage to work out the conflict. I can hear my mother supporting in the background and my oldest daughter is doing her best to remain calm in the face of the newest challenge.
We finish our dinner in peace, then decide to go for a romantic stroll... BRING... another conflict... this one is pretty easy to sort out.. After our walk, we drive to the hotel with thoughts of erotic moments dancing through our heads. We call my mom, who assures us that the kids are fine. We say our good nights and begin our wild night of passion. Well, sort of.. first we watch the terrible, yet somehow funny Cougar Town, I take a bath to relax, and then...
BRING... just as my husband begins to kiss me. It's our 5 year old again, who wants us to come home. We tell her there are no ferries, so we can't, which makes her cry. I get a little emotional, but my husband reminds me that this is our second night away from our children in over 13 years...This helps me overcome my guilt for taking time alone with my husband. We begin kissing, which turns into full on foreplay, and then... just as his tongue begins to gently and expertly explore me BRING... oh my gosh, is this a conspiracy?...
The moment fades as I once again console my youngest daughter and then... without missing a beat, we're back at it... Not quite an hour into our romantic rendevous, I am heading towards that enlightened moment where thoughts are fleeting, the energy in my body is reacting to the sensations, I am feeling like I might have the best climax of my life BRING... I look at the clock 12:04 am ... My patience is dwindling, but I am a mother first after all... It is my 11 year old boy... He had a bad dream...My husband and I stay connected throughout the conversation trying to maintain our current level of energy... I manage to calm my oldest boy down.
Finally, uninterrupted, we weave our energy together, building into a frenzy of passion and melt into a state of pure bliss as we climax as one...
The bottom line... making love when you have four kids (or 1 or 2, or 3) takes a bit of planning and some serious commitment.. but it's worth it..
May you all have a lovely Christmas Eve and a Merry Christmas..
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