Ever feel like the Universe is trying (and succeeding) to keep you from having sex?
So, “Some days you just can’t get rid of a bomb!” and sometimes you just can’t get laid!
We’d been having some normal, but unusually sustained interference. One Saturday afternoon when DD was away, we had just begun to make out when DH’s mother called and he had to go do…something for them. One night we were going to go up to bed early and leave DD in front of the TV when she suddenly decided she had to go to bed too except she had to shower first so there we sat waiting for her to settle in so as not to get interrupted. There were several days I thought I might be getting a yeast infection (I wasn’t) and didn’t want to infect DH.
It really started last week when we had decided one morning we would ABSOLUTELY shower early and go to bed to play that night, because we were so sick of the interference. Literally 5 minutes before we were planning to head up, the power started blinking, then finally went off entirely EXCEPT for some reason one bulb in DD’s room continued to glow (for the whole two hours the power was off), freaking her out and requiring us to all sleep in the living room together until the power came back on.
Subsequent plans to make an early evening of it were foiled by him working late, a doctor appointment (mine) that left me NOT in the mood, and at least two meltdowns by the DD that probably registered on the Richter scale.
So last night, we were pretty determined. I told him about the lingerie ahead of time, just to give him added incentive to make sure nothing interfered.
I mentioned elsewhere that the kids switched up the food plan. Then, DH and I couldn’t find a movie that looked appealing that would get us in the mood. It had to have at least a little sizzle in it–a passionate kiss or two–but not too much and the indecision became laughable. The comfy-for-cuddling spot on our couch happens to be…well, the dog agrees it’s the comfy spot and gets upset when we take it from her. It took half the movie to get her to settle in at my feet, and then we hear footsteps and “We’re coming down!!’ Up popped the dog like a Jack-in-the-Box.
I asked DD what they thought they were going to catch us doing, and she says, “sex stuff!”
Then the boyfriend comes down twice more–with warning–for drinks. Guess he was thirsty.
Finally, the boyfriend is gone, the pets are settled, we head upstairs intending to leave DD downstairs…aaaaand she jumps up and runs upstairs right after us. (She doesn’t like turning the lights off when she goes upstairs last.) All the way up, she’s yelling (in a weird accent, no less), “NO SEXY FUN TIMES!” And she repeats it a dozen times. All loud and in a weird accent. We laughed about it…until we discovered at the height of…events…that my vibrator was missing. The one that I depend on for my O. Gone. Poof. After the did-she-swipe-it scare a while back, we’ve made a point to hide things really well…apparently I hid it too well and forgot where it was. I found it this morning,
Maybe the universe will cut us a break tonight. :/
I hear what you are saying. It almost sounds normal. But when we do connect, it’s that much more special. yesterday was a good example as we had planned for weeks and even bought new red silk sheets. Then, in exhaustion from a long day, I passed out. Oh, and forgetting where you put the vibrator, that happens a few times a year.
Yup. Been there and done that! It especially seems to happen when one is putting forth extra effort, too. Sometimes, I’m convinced its the devil, trying to hinder a happy marriage. After all, if he can eventually wreck a marriage/home, he’s done what he set out to do. Just my humble opinion!
I think there’s something to what Brynna said. I remember at the beginning of my change how I often would feel like I was getting an upset stomach. Normally that would be a good reason and excuse to put off sex. But since I was committed to not saying “no”, I pushed through it. After multiple times of the stomachache going away as soon as we started, I realized it was spiritual, and then that “hinderence” quit occuring.
It certainly has done us as we’ve gotten older. I can be horny and in the mood and have it make orgasm harder! Then not in the mood but of course have sex with hubby anyway and have a great O. My hip is determined to keep me from almost all positions, my vagina wants to close up shop, LOL (well not really but i have to “medicate” it these days) and it seems like “in the mood” for both hubby and i can rage and fizzle within hours! Welcome to the “Golden Years”…yeah right…they lied!!