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Miss Lee

Two professional women: both married with kids and both juggling clients, reports, potty training, packed lunches, chores, dogs, cats, errands, husbands and …”what was that you said? SEX?”
That three-letter word that once was so frequent, so liberating, so yummy has been sidelined in a sea of life, work and snot.
It is time.
Time to put sex back on a pedestal by injecting some extra spice into our relationships.

Who is Miss Lee

I’m a: mom, wife, sister, daughter, businesswoman, thirty-something Texan.

I chose my husband because he was an Alpha male – he hunted, fished and could pin me in a wrestling match. Also, after years of dating boys that were too scared to ask me on anything other than a group date, he pursued me.

We played an intriguing game of “truth or dare” on our first date, which he then repeated a year later when he proposed to me…on a dare. Fast-forward seven years, and we have three kids (another on the way because of this blog), a mortgage, one car payment, and sex every other week, if we’re lucky.

He wears a uniform for work that should have instigated many an intimate moment, but he also works the night shift, which means we’ve become the quickie couple – do it fast, do it quietly and do it without getting caught by the kids (not always successfully).

I’m embarking on this journey because I need a channel after suffering a devastating personal loss in late 2011, and because my marriage needs it. We once managed six times in one day, and now rejoice if we rack up six in three months. We’re well matched in the bedroom, but the uninhibited spark that characterized our early days has definitely been replaced by the obligatory act, a bit dimmer and less inspiring than before.

I’m sure it’s nothing some Pop Rocks can’t fix.

Ob-La-Di Ob-La-Da

One year ago, this night, I sat on this couch. I had reached the end of Netflix, my patience, ideas to induce labor. After hemming and hawing to the point that even I was sick of the sound of my own voice, I had finally resigned myself to hit the pitocin and force that boy […]

Teacher’s Pet

Saw this on the desk of Lee 1’s first grade teacher today. Think Dylan R. is looking for some extra credit???

I Love Me Some Me

I often have the dream that I’m in college again. It’s the last day before finals and I realize I have neither gone to class nor completed a single assignment since the first day of school. I was the only white girl in TAG AP Calculus my senior year of high school (I’m pretty proud […]

Progress Notes

When we had our “big reveal” last year, one of the reporters we spoke to asked the Duchess and me whether Mission: Do It had worked. At the time, I was seven months pregnant, and a giggle with a nod to my growing belly was answer enough. And though I apparently still have a growing […]


  I’ve intended to catch up with my alter ego for more than four months now. Welcoming and adjusting to a fourth child (and a darling one at that) proved to be a tad distracting. After a perfect delivery to wrap that most precious child-bearing period of my life, I had the delightful chance of […]

Climbing the Walls in Search of Prostaglandins

My first baby came four days late. My second, a week-and-a-half early, and my third, two-and-a-half weeks early. Hence, I thought my fourth would easily be here by 37 weeks. Today is 39 weeks and 2 days. I know that’s not overdue, but after psychologically preparing myself for the last two weeks, that’s way overdue […]


My spawn has taken over my life. I defied him at 35 weeks to sneak in a trip to Schlitterbahn (remember, the hottest coolest time in Texas from last year, aka Schlitterschlong?) with the two older Lee children, but he got back at me by making me dilate and efface ever so slightly. And, since […]

Hot Pregnant Woman

I should have requested a revision on the language for Mission 34 because there is absolutely no way to feel sexy when you are this pregnant, which I discovered the hard way. My first attempt was to buy a sleek undergarment that would suck all my jiggly bits in, allowing me to properly wear the blue […]

As Good as It Gets

My senior year of college, I wrote a paper about the movie “As Good as It Gets”. The assignment coincided with my life’s most dramatic romantic struggle between the obviously not meant for me boyfriend I kept as a crutch, and the Australian that had swooped in unexpectedly to remind me what romance could feel like. Tonight, as I was […]

Son of a…

The babysitter told me yesterday that Lee 2 looked out at the rain and said, “Son of a bitch.” I was astonished not because she had ever heard the expression, nor because she was so bothered by some light precipitation, but because she actually knew the end of the saying. I generally leave it at “Son of a…” […]