Marathon Sex

Having children has changed my life unequivocally. I used to love a day at the beach, a stroll through the mall and the occasional "matinee". But let's face it, nowadays a day at the beach is no day at the beach!

I am a very fortunate "stay at home mom." This has afforded me the pleasure of "being there" for my children through sickness and health and weening and potty training, and the terrible two's and threes. And it has been ...Bliss.

In fact, these past three years, my days have consisted of much more than I ever anticipated:

Nipple biting, scratching, constant touching, squeezing, shouting my name, poking me, pulling my hair. There is at least one occasion every day when i thrust my head into a pillow to scream, sprayed with some sort of bodily fluid. All this before my husband even comes home!

I realize that with children, exhaustion comes as matter-of-factly as dirty diapers. What is a not so common truth is that with exhaustion, comes an unyielding desire to be left alone. "Downtime" not subject to a literal translation.

For my children I happily give up Saturday nights, food without ketchup and right angle coffee tables. Is it too much to ask that the manhandling be left to their father?