Since I was young when I had kids, the last thing I wanted was to look like a “mother.” I still worry about that from time to time. At least now that the kids are older, I don’t smell like spit-up or formula anymore. It’s hard to feel sexy or imagine anybody wanting you like this. Kids are home from school and complaining about impending homework time as I scramble to put away my fourth load of laundry. Starting a load of laundry as I down my morning coffee and take inventory of what needs to be done today.Ģ:51 p.m. Getting back to normal life is always an adjustment. Kids are off to school with much griping and complaining this morning.
We got married in 2004 (we were both 19 I was a month away from 20).ħ:50 a.m. A 24-count package of condoms was purchased - Jack and I practice all methods of safe sex … except abstinence. The kids, who are 7 and 9, are finally asleep. After a long weekend in a shared hotel room, I seriously need to get fucked.ĩ:31 p.m. As I am not the chef in the family (I once set fire to spaghetti), my exhausted husband, Jack - a creative director in advertising - has been sent out for necessary provisions: dinner supplies and condoms (apparently, we’ve run out of those as well).
#A morning quicky full#
Nothing says welcome back to reality more than two sweaty, grumpy children, several suitcases full of dirty laundry, and a refrigerator offering no options for a quick/easy dinner. Walked in to find our house hotter than the wrath of hell and reeking of Friday’s trash. Just got home after a longer-than-expected drive from a little family vacation. This week, a 32-year-old works-from-home mom skipping the vibrator in hopes of husbandly oral: married, straight, lives in Riverdale.ħ:07 p.m. New York ’s Sex Diaries series asks anonymous city dwellers to record a week in their sex lives - with comic, tragic, often sexy, and always revealing results.
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