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Morning Has Broken

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.

Morning Has Broken

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To squeeze in a bout of nooky on a weekday morning would take a herculean effort in our household.  I am out walking the dogs in rain, wind and shine before the clock strikes 6:30AM, whilst the Duke slumbers on until well past 7.  This in itself is a herculean effort for him.  In the early days he would never emerge before 11AM on a weekend and it was only a film set’s call time that would scrape him from his bed in the week.  So, in the 8 years we have been together to hit the 7AM hour means he has made progress – significant progress.  We celebrate that.

Now to get him riled up and hot under the sheets at this early hour….?  That’s a challenge.  In the week, every minute counts to get us out of the door in time for Boy Duke’s school and our work day to start.  I seem to live in a constant state of perpetual lateness.  I can’t recall the last time I turned up somewhere early.  How do people do that?  It’s an art that I try… and fail miserably at… to master.  So this week’s mission had to be attempted on a weekend.  We have proved it can happen but on this particular week the stars weren’t aligning.  Sunday morning I roll over and suggest he pops it in.  He groans.  Not in that Christian Grey (yes I am still reading it) deep glottal “I want you, you hot sexy son of a bitch” type groan but in a “seriously?  I would rethink your suggestion” groan.  Ah, but I was not to be deterred.   I gave him all the reasons why it would be a good idea.  He groaned again.  I think maybe in hindsight actions would speak louder than words at this stage.  I ready myself for round 3 of persuasion.  Then the monitor lights up: “Mummy, Daddy!” chirps Boy Duke from his bed.  The little one awakes.  Sexy time will just have to wait.  The Duke opens one eye and groans again but this time with a promise.  Give him coffee and then let’s revisit.  My mother taught me to be fair and isn’t that what marriage is all about?  The art of compromise!



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