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If You Don’t Suceed….Try, Try, Try Again

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.

If You Don’t Suceed….Try, Try, Try Again

This last week was Olympic in all proportions.  Whilst the athletes were giving it all in London and Miss Lee was unleashing her inner Jack Bauer, the Duke and I were tending to an Olympic week all of our own. In the bedroom?  Not quite.

Sunday:  We adopted a new rescue dog.  Our efforts then went into ensuring a smooth transition for new said rescue with existing dog and cats.  A snarling cat and hyper new dog doesn’t bode well for sexy time.  Snatched a few minutes of the Olympics: swimming and gymnastics – athletes looking toned and ready.

Monday: After work, we met with our realtor to put our house on the market.  Paperwork and prep galore – that didn’t make our juices flow.  Snatched a few more minutes of the Olympics.  More swimming and gymnastics. Lucky them having wet, moist bodies.

Tuesday:  The Duke had work late.  I watched the swimming and gymnastics alone. Did I miss the memo that the Olympics this year consists of only two sports?

Wednesday:  It was my night to work late. Got home exhausted and then dealt with a screaming, over tired child until 10PM.  Emerged from his bedroom starving (hadn’t eaten) and frazzled. Opportunity for a soaring libido?  Zero.  Grab the remote, click on the Olympics.  More Michael Phelps and Missy Franklin.  Yes, amazing athletes but seriously, where are the fencers, the riders, the rowers?!

Thursday: The Duke and I scanned in about 500 pages of documents for our loan officer late into the night.  If there was a medal going for Mortgage Application Endurance we would have been standing on top of the podium crying our happy tears.  We went to bed in shock once we realized the cost of moving.  Gabby Douglas takes gold in all-round women’s gymnastics – yes gymnastic overload but that smile got me. I cried.

Friday: Showings at house began.  The Duke had to clear up our new dog’s diarrhea from the carpet one hour before first showing.  Stress levels elevated.  Party at a friend’s house. Got back late and packed our bags to get ready for trip to east Texas next day. Flopped into bed.  No time for Olympics of any sort.

Saturday: Road trip to east Texas for 24 hours with the in laws.  ’70’s resort with wall to wall carpeting – it felt quite appropriate for getting it on but then there were the paper thin walls.  Turned on Olympics – hallelujah, there is a Brit!  And another sport!  Heptathlon.  Marvelous.  I cried my Brit tears.  And back to swimming…

Sunday Morning: The Duke and I had some pent up energy.  Our son was playing in the front room with our family friend.  We tried to get sexy in the bathroom with wrap around mirrors but then they called us to go and play crazy golf.  The Duke had to cool himself down quickly.

Sunday Afternoon:  Road trip back from east Texas.  The pent up energy remained. Our son fell asleep in the car and we grabbed our chance in Highway to Heaven style.  Things were moving in the right direction but it still wasn’t “it”.

Monday:  Converted our efforts to “It” as the sun rose. Finally.  This was not a sprint, it was a marathon.  We made it to the finish line with the mantra ringing in our ears “If at first you don’t succeed, try, try, try again!”  I bet Michael Phelps has been told that a few times in his life.  Watch out Miss Lee – at the next Olympics you’ll be singing “God Save the Queen”!

Comments

  1. I know how to time these things. Enjoy your silver medal.

    Muahahahaha!

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