Let's NOT Get it On

Last night I was in a bad mood. I mean, super bad. Call it PMS. Call it a mood disorder. Call it the constant demands of two kids at home for the summer and YES I KNOW I'M LUCKY BUT IT'S STILL A BOATLOAD OF RESPONSIBILITY TO WRITE COLUMNS AND PAY BILLS ALL THE WHILE ENTERTAINING CHILDREN, CHLDREN'S FRIENDS, CHILDREN'S FRIENDS' FRIENDS AND ANSWERING DEMANDS OF "Can we have water?" "Can we have apple juice?" "Why are we at home again and not in the Bahamas like Molly from preschool" and "I need a tissue for my nose and my butt and Mommy... you wipe it all."

I know that many of you are working moms outside of the home. Some of you are single. My hats are off to you. I would love to hear about how you balance it all without meds, church, family support and occasionally thinking that turning in your mommy hat in exchange for a two week cruise alone with just vodka and Anne Tyler novels is a pretty viable option.

My main point (among bracing for the inevitable, "You should never have had children weird writing lady" comments) is this: My dear, darling, handsome husband was ready for a little fun last night. I, however, was not.

Anybody who reads my columns knows that I'm a huge proponent of keeping the sex flames lit. I always say that even tired mamas should work on keeping their libido up because it's so good for the marriage.

But last night... oh, last night. To put it bluntly, I was already asleep, and being stirred from slumber by a boner near the curve of my back wasn't exactly my idea of a blissful awakening.

"Honey, I am not in the mood tonight. I'm just not," I said.

Rex: "You haven't been in the mood for a week." He rolled over. It was dark, but I'm pretty sure he wasn't smiling.

Me: "Rex, you've haven't been able to walk due to a near fractured foot. YOU weren't in the mood all week. Just because seven days later you're suddenly ready to Marvin-Gaye-me does not mean that I'm ready to get it on."

Rex: "Let's just let it go."

So we did.

And I slept awful. Why?

1. I felt guilty.

2. I really do need to connect with Rex.

3. I feel a bit deflated, because this week I'm having a hard time balancing being a mom, a worker, a sex godess, cook and a taxi driver/maid.

I suppose, as Tricia Yearwood sings in one of my favorite songs of hers, "Some days are better than others."

And now, let the "You are a horrible wife and mother" comments fly.

PS: I don't have a mood disorder. But I do sometimes have a mommy/wife/writer disorder. Too bad there's not a pill for that one!

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Posted by Andrea Frazer

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