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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.




I usually don’t post their real pics, but he’s worthy of at least one share.

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 watching my brood bond.

The little man, who looked nothing like the other three and more like a 9 lb. 2 oz. Mr. Lee, had no idea what he was in for. On the day he came home from the hospital, the other three returned from their grandparents’ in Austin and discovered the pleasure that is his head, his fuzzy hair, his eyes, his chubby thighs, his fingers, his tiny toes, etc., etc., etc.

For his part, when he hasn’t been rooting for boob juice (up to 16 lb. 6 oz. last Friday, thank you very much), the little chunk has discovered that his siblings are pretty damn great…and dangerous. From the two-year-old attempting to pull him out of his carseat and carry him across the house when he was a week old, to the six-year-old cradling him in his lap every night in the bath, our newest has been officially initiated. Verdict? Undoubtedly Lee.

And though he’s been an absolute delight, the post-partum muscle pain in my upper back and Mr. Lee as au pair for three under five has kept us on hump hiatus (yeah, I just typed that) until my IUD is placed. It’s been more difficult to get to the OB/GYN with Lee four on the outside, so the post-baby coital count is at a measly three (I know, I know).

That is not to say I’ve been without out-of-this-world pleasure. Mr. Lee did surprise me with a bee-yoo-ti-ful Prada wallet last week.

The truth is, I’ve been thinking a lot about Mission: Do It, intimacy, marital and family relationships, and what this experience has done for my family.

Verdict? I’ve already set next week’s mission.

My appointment with the good doctor is scheduled for Monday. In the words of Charlie Sheen, “Bring it.”


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