Summer is such a sexy season. With all the dewy exposed skin, succulent fleshy fruits and temperamental thunderstorms, it's nearly impossible to deny your natural instincts. Like drinking water to stay hydrated and not die of heatstroke. Oh, and that other one too.
Not that I can remember the last time I actually had sex. Though I think about it a lot, I have kids who completely ruin the mood. Especially now that they're teenagers. Because it's hard to be in the mood when you're pissed at your kid for that thing they did. Again. Why the hell do they keep doing that thing? Or when you're worried because they're driving home from work late at night. Or they're getting a ride home from a party from some friend that you don't know. Or every kid is home and accounted for, but they don't go to bed until later than you because they wake up at noon. And if you get caught doing it with your spouse in the privacy of your own home by your kids they'll be traumatized for life.
Which might explain why I'm a little frustrated.
Which got me extra excited about going camping a couple weeks back. The thought that my husband and I could get frisky in the tent. Until I saw the size of the tent pad at the camp site. Which required us to set up my daughters' tent right next to ours with a zero lot line. Making it an even worse option than getting it on at home. But a better option than when my kids have friends sleep over. Because what's even worse than the prospect of getting caught mid sex act by your own kid is getting caught by your kid's friend. Especially, if it's the sheltered kid with the overprotective helicopter parents who haven't had the sex talk with them yet.
I know what you're thinking.
Especially if you're a guy reading this. Just do the deed first thing in the morning. Conceptually, I understand the functionality of that. And while I consider myself to have a fairly androgynous personality, I must say I'm kinda girly about sex. Meaning, I need to feel kinda sexy to have sex. And being awoken to the sound of my partner farting, laying on the wet spot that is my own drool on my pillow, with breath of an 18th century peasant doesn't make me feel like a Victoria's Secret model somehow. Plus, this is when my daily asthma coughing fit is scheduled.
I know what you're thinking.
You sometimes feel like a Victoria's Secret model? No, I assure you I never do. Also, I don't even shop at Victoria's Secret. Well, I used to, but just for the t-shirts really. I'm more of a GAP body girl, cause I'm androgynous like that. I know I went off on a tangent there and that what you were really thinking is what about a nooner? I have four kids at least one of which is always home at noon complaining about how bored they are. Which is a real effective birth control by the way. Not that you need birth control when you're not actually having any sex.
So I guess I'll have to wait until the kids go back to school when I force my kids to go to bed at a reasonable time and let my natural instincts take over. I just hope it won't be the instinct to fall asleep on the couch at 9pm.
It's going to be a spectacular 3 minutes.