So The Husband has been home early all week, which may sound wonderful, but really, not so much. He’s been getting home around 2:30pm and it’s been putting a cramp in my solo afternoons. This week The Little Miss was scheduled to be at school all day and not to be picked up until 4:30 which meant The Husband and I had a couple hours each day to ourselves. No child, no work, just us.
I know what you’re thinking, oh, a little afternoon delight. Yeah, no. I hate afternoon sex. Seems like too much information when the lights are on. Even though The Husband has seen me naked, has seem me birth a baby and seen me from every direction, but I still feel really self conscious about knocking boots in the light. My belly is stretched and wobbly, my boobs hang low, I have stretch marks over too much of my body and I’m just too wierded out by him seeing me like that. I know, when he’s in the moment, the LAST thing he’s thinking of or seeing is all that stuff, he’s just seeing the woman he loves totally naked, with him.
So, sadly for The Husband, the week of a seemingly illicit afternoon rendezvous has come to an end with no action on my part. I promise I’ll make it up to him, sometime soon, but definitely in the stealth darkness of night.