A Snyder In The Sun

A Snyder In The Sun

Afternoon Delight. Wink, Wink.

When I first started blogging, Jon wasn't a huge fan.  He still might get a little upset once in a while about the stuff I say.  Believe it or not, I do censor myself on occasion because if not, I could really fly off the rails and piss my husband off.  He wants to keep some stuff private and I have to respect that.  I don't talk about my personal relationship with him and I like it that way.  I'm not going to tell you about any fights we have or how he throws his soiled clothes right beside the laundry basket and not IN IT!!  Oh, wait...But seriously, it's our own private world and I like to keep it that way.  So no, sadly you won't find me bitching about him in blogs or vaguebooking about how a woman needs a strong man to lift her up and all that corny shit.  It ain't my jam.  However, there is one aspect of my relationship that I've wanted to bring up.  Sex.  I know, I know.  That's pretty personal, Justine.  The objective here isn't to talk about what sex positions we are into (Pile Driver...just kidding...maybe...) or how big my husbands balls are.  Hint, they are large and in charge. And he's at least 12 inches.  But I digress.  No, I'm hoping to be honest about sex, especially after children.  So read on lovelies.  Maybe you can relate.

I hate having sex at night.  It is pretty much a non-existent act in my life.  If I'm being totally honest, I can't remember the last time I had sex at night.  In fact, I'm pretty sure I was drunk and it was 2:00 in the morning.  After my little ladies are in bed, that's it, I'm done.  I don't want to be touched or rubbed on or even hugged.  I've had a toddler (or two, depending on the day)  attached (literally) to me all day long.  Add to that a 6 year old that I have probably been arguing with for the majority of the day, and you've got a recipe for Seriously, Don't Touch Me. In Fact, Don't Even Look At Me.

I want to be left alone at night.  I want to relax, not worry about if my pubic hair has gone all 1970's again (it has) or if my breath smells like a dead animal because I'm dehydrated because the kids are sucking all the life, including my water, out of me.  I don't want to take care of anyone else's needs.  I don't want to pretend to be interested in a penis.  I don't want to touch balls.  I want to watch Netflix and snack in bed.  Truth.

But hey, you know when I do like to have sex?  In the afternoon.  Mornings are good too.  But the afternoon?  Well, that's my jam.  One kid is napping, the other kid is at school or completely distracted somewhere, it's the perfect time.  I'm typically rested.  I haven't reached my maximum anxiety level for the day.  And I'm feeling it yo.  So when the opportunity strikes and my husband and I are together during the day, BAM! it's on.

After kids sex can be hard.  After 7 years together, it's different.  We aren't honeymoon "doing it" anymore.  We're more appreciative than that.  We aren't snuggling so much afterward, we're cleaning up and going about the rest of our day.  We're tending to our girls and pretending we were "wrestling".  The quantity may be down, but the quality is still there.  Because now it's a total release.  Now it's all giggly and sneaky before the kids ruin it.  Sometimes it's straight to business, sometimes it's romantic.  But always, it's good.  Because, love <3


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