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Gobble Gobble Not Much Wobble

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.

Gobble Gobble Not Much Wobble

I don’t think I was thinking clearly when I set this mission.  The Twelve Days of Christmas – aiming for a dozen consecutive days of sex?  Seriously?!  When I set the mission I think the thought of a week off work and enough turkey and trimmings to feed a small country made me giddy with anticipation.  So much so we went at this mission with gusto.  We came out of the gates at full speed, the first stretch a marveling success – the crowd roared in shock and delight.  I saw myself as a nubile nymph with boundless sexual energy.  The crowd saw an 8-month pregnant whale overcoming all odds to reach the first fence in record time.  I jumped, ready to take on the next stretch and then…….

….splat.

The whale was beached.

Photo courtesy of blogs.babble.com

Photo courtesy of blogs.babble.com

An excess of turkey and overwhelming nesting instincts  had taken over. It was imperative I painted the baby’s room immediately (bright green).  It was an absolute necessity that I went through all of Boy Duke’s clothes and kept the ones that wouldn’t make Baby Duchess look too butch (she can do blue and rock the boy jean’s look).  It was without question that we had to make a trip to IKEA (on a Sunday even) to decorate and furnish the nursery.  The Twelve Days of Christmas ticked by in a whirling dervish of washing, cleaning, constructing and decorating.  But it wasn’t just me – the Duke was afflicted by it too, he couldn’t stop.  So we nested together and it was fun.  The time passed yet the whale was still beached.  The crowd’s roars had taken on a pathetic sneer and someone even cried out “Harpoon”.  They have a point – there is nothing quite so disappointing as someone who shows early promise and then finishes with nary a ripple.  But I have to keep reminding myself that the Duke and I liked it this way.  So whilst the mission was ultimately a failure, progress was made in other ways and our own connection grew stronger.  I can’t ask for much more than that.

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