A Little LackLUSTer

This is fourth of five posts over ten days as part of Momalom’s Five for Ten.  We are all writing about the same topics in an honest effort to get to know one another better and make more connections.

Our first topic was Courage.   The second was Happiness.  The third was memory.  Today’s is Lust.

If you are already a regular Mommy Words visitor, I hope you enjoy these posts.  If you are here as a part of the Five for Ten, welcome!  I can’t wait to get to know you.

In the middle of the night I lay sleeping, dreaming of two bodies embracing, loving, and enjoying one another in perfect intimacy and with total abandon.  My eyelids flutter and I see my husband laying next to me and feel his leg draped over my own.  We always fit.  It always moves me.  I shift my body towards his and hear a soft moan.  My reaction is immediate.  My body warms in an instant and my breasts begin to tingle.   I let out a deep breath, a low groan, and unbutton my nightgown to free them for the soft hands that already are reaching out in hunger that only I can satisfy.

I roll over, scoop up my precious baby Violet, and begin to nurse.  My wild fantasies of passionate unplanned sex are smooshed by an irresistible 12 pound little girl.

Yes, things around here are a little lackluster.

When I feel a little frisky and hubs touches the tatas…they LEAK!  Horny mam or hungry baby…same reaction…breast milk let down.  (Truly a let down if you are feeling rowdy.)  These boobies also make a crinkly sound as all breast pads do when you caress them.   Not so hot huh?

I scream Yes! Yes! Yes! while Sophia does gymnastics instead of in the bedroom.

Can one without a strange fetish lust after someone who smells like baby puke and even sometimes has the scent of poop lingering?  With 2 kids still in diapers this is a common occurrence.

The last time I got  a wax was while preparing for labor.  Mama’s not feeling sexy.  Enough said.

After a hot date and a lot of wine (always lust inducing) I have to pump.  Milking oneself like a cow always kills that sexy feeling.

I sleep 1 foot from my infant and often wake up with my two year old in my bed.  Let’s just say I don’t wear lingerie to bed.

I think it might help to have a fraternity party where we could grind away in a basement like we did when LUST took over every night.  We could then forget that we are parents to 3 kids 3 and under but that’s kind of weird to have a mom of 3 in a beer drenched basement doing that so this scenario is probably out.  And more things would shake than just my tush.  And I don’t know any frat guys anymore anyway.

Now I am a little depressed about the lackluster state of things around here so I am just going to get out my pencil (no pen – you never know with kids!) and schedule me some lovin’.  You can’t always get what you want…you get what you need!

P.S. sometimes what I need is just sleep. 

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