If you are a direct family member of myself or DH -- or knew either of us before the age of 10 -- stop reading this post right now. Seriously. And if you continue to read on anyway, well, don't say I didn't warn you.
If you've spent any time reading Ladies Home Journal, Redbook, or even Cosmopolitan, then you're familiar with those advice columns that urge you to reconnect with your husband by getting it on. There are even articles -- written by couples with way too much time on their hands -- extolling the virtues of having sex every day for a month, 100 days, a year.
Who has time for that much sex? Not me. And even DH will admit that, though his virility is strong, he doesn't have the energy for it.
But in our effort to put the spark back in our marriage, we're making a solid effort. With two kids under the age of three in the house (including a toddler who, inexplicably, is a worse sleeper than her three month old brother), that means scheduling sex -- and yes, I mean writing it down in ink on our calendar (but no, I don't actually write the word "sex" -- I use a highly-evolved red star instead).
So one night a few weeks ago, DH and I put the kids to sleep (remember that part about G being a poor sleeper? don't forget it... it will be a crucial part of the story later on) and then hopped in bed. It was our first time since Baby C was born, and I was hesitant. After a few false starts (see why I warned some of you to quit reading?), we finally got back in our rhythm. As I frequently say in my freelance work, it was short, sweet, and to the point (and, blessedly, painless).
No sooner had we -- ahem -- finished than I heard what I thought was the pitter patter of little feet. Oh dear.
Oh dear.
Oh damn.
G's bedroom is just a few feet from our own, across a small hall. Before I had a chance to jump out of bed and put my clothes back on, I heard the door open and...
(insert wide-eyed almost-three-year-old daughter)
Yes, coitus interruptus of the toddler kind.
Let me take this chance to mention
that our bedroom door does have a lock
on it... it just doesn't work.
Had she been older, I might have sat her down for a grown-up girl explanation of what she'd just witnessed, a la a scene from "Modern Family." Instead, I swept her questions under the proverbial rug with a shrug of my shoulders, slipped on my nursing nightgown and shuttled her back to bed.
Done the walking in?
How did (or would!) you handle it?
Well, first we actually have to HAVE sex...then...maybe we'll get walked in on. :)
No, Thank goodness. That said, I just read a book where it was described as wrestling to a young 3 year old, only to have it brought up at Thanksgiving that Mommy & Daddy like to wrestle without clothes on... I LMBO, again thanking my lucky stars this has yet to happen to us.
this totally makes me smile & giggle because it seems no matter the age (sweet pea is 9) they will bust in on you while you're attempting to *ahem* bust-a-move. =)
we've had it happen on numerous occasions but usually when we're finished but still not dressed again.....so far no mid-coitus interuptus.......not yet anyway.
ohh the joys of parenthood!
oh and kudos to you all for 'getting back in the saddle' as it were and making the effort. too many folks just chalk it up as a "parenting loss" and let it go. even if you have to schedule its better than not doing it at all!
Interrupted by crying from a baby-- yes, with both. Talk about a show stopper. Actually walked in on-- no. While Cate's room is only across the hall, our house is 100 years old and we keep her monitor up LOUD when we're...ahem...yeah. So we hear everything. We get a good 5-10 seconds from when we hear her, she gets out of bed, and she gets to our room.
BUT, we did have some friends come over early for movie night one night. They pretty much figured out why the delay in answering our apartment door. Mortifying then. Funny now.
Oh jeez!!! Thankfully Lulu is still in a crib and not in her toddler bed...which makes things easier to ignore, like her waking up!
WM
Agree!!!
Bwahhhhaaaaaa, That story made me laugh!
Thank God for me that Z is still scared of getting out of his toddler bed or I would be WORRIED (ttc#2 and all)!!! :-)