I purposely leave sex talk out of this blog. Partly because I figure no one really wants to hear about that part of my life, but mostly because I'm pretty sure that blogging about sex with my wife will most likely end sex with my wife. But since this week is a bit of a milestone I thought I'd share a quick anecdote. The milestone I refer to is the fact that Finn just turned six weeks old. For those of you without kids, six weeks is how long doctors recommend women "wait" after having a child. This waiting period passes pretty uneventfully for the woman from what I can tell. One could certainly understand why. But it hasn't passed all that easily for poor me. I've used some of the old tricks (cold showers, staying busy, heavy drinking, the music of John Mayer, etc.) but mainly I've just not let my mind 'go there' as freely as I normally would and this has generally kept me at ease...so to speak. Certainly the very FACT that there are two children in the house now has been a deterrent, and that's one thing that isn't going away just because mission control has given the "all clear" (yes, I will stop the bad euphemisms now). So with sex back but opportunity lacking I thought I would embrace technology with a little mid-day sexting to my beautiful wife. Here's how that went:
me: I was just thinking about you...and the things I'm going to do to you.
me: Oh no. I won't be neat
Erin: Looking forward to it.
me: If you knew what I was thinking you wouldn't be looking forward to it...you'd be terrified
Erin: Well that is scary. Not sure I'm game then.
me: Too bad...you're doomed
Erin: Are you going to kill me?
me: You're gonna think you died and went to heaven.
Erin: Nice. Can you get green beans on your way home tonight?
me: But not 'bible heaven'. More of a raunchy kind of heaven.
Erin: Well then I will like it.
me: You really need to get better at sexting or I'm going to blog about it.
Erin: You're a jackass