Tuesday, November 9, 2010

Caught in the Act

Yes, I do mean THE act. 

It was Friday night.  (Don't worry, I will tell this story in a way that won't make you blush too much.)  We had wine with dinner.  The kids were exhausted and eagerly went to bed.  Hubby and I sped to the basement with the rest of our wine to relax, but there was nothing good to watch on TV.  Channel surfing may have landed on something adult.  And we may not have rushed to change the channel.

So....one thing led to another before any attention was paid to the fact that there were no doors to shut or lock between us and the children, other than their bedroom doors.  And Johnny always leaves his door slightly open.   

I cringe to think of what sounds led little Johnny to curiously wander downstairs from his room to the basement where his small voice from around the corner killed the mood, "Mommy, I'm scared." 

Mommy:         AAAAAHHHHH!
Daddy:           Oh.   
[He silently censors numerous explicatives then looks in the direction of the wee invader.] 
Daddy:           Hey buddy.   
[There are frantic and awkward rearrangements, mostly obscured from our 6 year old's view, so we hope.] 
Daddy:          Daddy will be right there.

And there it is.  Once a woman finally recovers from the way having children ravages her body, her self-image, and her libido, her children are mobile and curious little people who find new ways to interrupt their parent's adult fun.   Ah, the joys of parenthood.


  1. Ummm...I may be in Chicago (hi hi!) but I do LOVE feeling like I'm right there (not too with you of course, especially in this post).

    I love this blog.

  2. Just sent this to David. Thought it would brighten his day.