I Think ...

... that my husband has found my blog. I guess it was just a matter of time; he's far more computer literate than I. But he's not talking, so I can't be sure.

So this is for you, baby: Please know that I love you, and that you have my whole heart. But I need my girls and I need my outlet.

So go on now, please, and let me spew my frustrations and my joys out into cyberspace. If something's really up, I promise you'll be the first to know.

Oh, and it's veal parmesan for dinner tonight ... so be on time.

Destination ... Love!!

As promised, here's my beautiful first cousin, and his equally beautiful bride. (She looks like a movie star in person, too!) The wedding was intimate and special, and I finally had something great to do "in between" the ceremony and the reception: I swam in the ocean!!

I ended my evening in a hot tub with some family, sipping champagne under the stars above St. Thomas. Since both the kids and the husband were at home on the mainland, it was completely relaxing. And I have no guilt. (Well, I am Catholinc ... so maybe a little guilt!)

... and I am SO doing my "second" wedding in exactly the same fashion. :)

Just Because ...

These are my babies. I'm always mentioning them, so I thought you all should see them. That's Maddie on the left (age 5), and Thom on the right (age 3). They're a miracle, and every day with them is a blessing.

Of course, I'm not Mother Theresa or anything. So there are days when I'd trade them both in for a hot shower and a Ceasar salad.

But what the heck. They're mine; they were hard to get; and I love them more than my own life.

Never Mind ...

I spent Easter week (and week-end) chatting up friends and family about what is or should be "typical" with regard to my oft-discussed sexual problem. (For you newbies: lack of frequency.)

I love my husband; I really do. He's created an amazing life for me and for our children, and he puts up with just about all of my quirks. Plus, he tolerates the family. And I know you know what that's worth. It's just that I was, let's say, desiring something more than what I've been getting when it comes to sex.

So what I found out this week was surprising, and a little painful. Apparently, three-to-four times weekly is right where we ought to be "at our age" and with kids the ages our kids are (three and five), and I'M the one with the problem. My sister actually struck me on the arm ("What are you, a freakin' rabbit?"). That was the "pain" part of the revelation.

So that's it. No more complaining. And a big jucy porterhouse this evening for the man of the house. It seems he's earned it.

Polygyny

Idea no. 2 for improving my sex life, that is. Can't you just imagine? Two paychecks; two lawn-cutters; two spider-mashers.

And two chances for a little tumble ... just to make all of those dirty dishes, smelly clothes and poopy nappies fade into memory!

SIGN ME UP!

Cat on a Hot Tin ...

I'm about at the end. One of the cruel jokes of the universe is that men peak sexually at age 19, and that women reach the same mark until their mid-thirties. Or so the scientists say.

I need more regular sex. Irregular sex would be fine too, I'm not that particular. But more and more these days I find myself occupied with thoughts of how to go about getting it without actually triggering divorce proceedings on the other end.

The first idea is this: a work slowdown. Works for the Unions, right? I'm picturing mountains of laundry, unbathed children and -- God save us all -- microwave dinners. (Since last night's selection was homemade macadamia crusted flounder with mango/papaya salsa, I'm guessing this would be noticed first.)

At this point, I'll treat it as a research project. Keep logs. That sort of thing. Unless he gets the hint and starts keeping up his end, if you catch. Because if you think I'm hanging it up at 37, weighing what I did in High School and with a few moves of my own left, you're insane.