Disclaimer: Yet again, for those of you who are not so interested in my sex talk...you have been forewarned.
So...this morning? Let's just say my lips were still stained purple.
Lots of wine + no dinner = Lots of pain this morning
But wait...wanna hear the ironic part?
After all of that ranting and raving last night about the life-sucking and flame-dousing...After that drunken heart-felt co-authored post...After all that complaining and whining about hard it is to keep it all going? You wanna know what happened when my newly-named Chris and I logged off and went to get off and roll around in the shared ecstasy of the wine and the words?
That's right...the one-year-old sleeps through the night 95% of the time, but last night? Nope. Shrieks. Screams. Tears. Cries of "Mama! Dada!" ringing throughout the house. At first, we almost laughed...Oh, how funny is this, huh? Well, let's just stop in the middle of our flame-fanning and just check in on him. Surely, he will settle down as he always does. No big deal. We'll be back to our play in no time.
One hour, one diaper change, 4 baby-room visits, and 1 teaspoon of Tylenol later, I hit that moment when you realize: "Oh. Crap. I don't feel too good." Next thing I know, it's 4:30 in the morning and I'm on the wrong side of the bed. I don't remember much, but I do know there was absolutely no grand ending to our drunken evening.
As much as I can appreciate Aidan reinforcing our whole point on life and marriage and sex....well, I think I would've preferred he just stay quiet and had allowed us to simply blog and bang.