Well, this past Sunday, we had one of those where I was doing stuff around the house and Hoss was watching tv and napping intermittently (it was one of those times when he needed the extra rest as he had worked the night before as well as that morning). I received a phone call while grocery shopping. Oops, I forgot to wake him up from his nap at 2:45. Okay, no worries. Kids woke him up (ugh! That could be good, could be bad, but he seemed in a good mood.) I said I was on my way, but then I got distracted and took longer than I expected.
I arrive home asked the kids to put the groceries away and went to check on my man. Let’s just say Hoss was very ready for me to be home and not because of the kids. So, door was locked and things began to happen. Very nice things (says Baker blushing).
Knock, knock….
(No, it’s not a knock, knock joke!)
“Yes!” I call through the door in the middle of…..
“Mommy!” followed by our youngest going on about some very minor insignificant thing.
“Go upstairs, tell so and so, mommy’s busy right now!”
“Daddy!” (smart kid!)
Hoss laughs, “Listen to Mommy, go tell….”
As soon as we hear his little feet pad back towards the stairs we resume the very nice things. Whispering softly back and forth to one another, giggling softly.
Knock, Knock…..
(No joking, it had been less than two minutes!)
“Mommy!” frantically yelled through the door by our youngest daughter.
“What?” I yell just as frantically desperately trying to multi-task.
“B ran over my hand with the wagon!”
“Are you hurt?” We both pause here. No real crying going on, just a few recovering hiccups (and that was from Hoss--Just teasing, he was fine.)
“There’s a little skin coming off!”
“Okay, go see if R can look it over!”
“Okay!” She runs (she’s always running) up the stairs.
Ah, where were we? Oh, yes. More sweet caresses and oh, so many delightful things and the words, that man knows how to….
Knock, Knock….
(Are you kidding me!)
“What!” This time the niceness in my voice has totally worn off.
“Can I have something to eat!”
“Yes, and please tell everyone else that Mommy and Daddy are busy!”
Sigh! That should take care of things as we hear him yell it to his siblings on his way upstairs. Hoss smiles at me. I smile back at him.
“I love you!”
“I love you, too!” Much fun commences and things are heating up nicely. He strokes my cheek, kisses me gently then more passiona…..
“Mom!”
Banging on the door. (We are going to have one less child by the end of the day! Just joking, but oh, my, our patience is......)
“Mom!”
“NO!” We both holler through the door “Seriously, go upstairs!”
“But I….”
“No! No, means no! Now go upstairs!” Frustration definitely apparent in my voice. Footsteps sprint to the stairs.
We look at each other and giggle. We then proceed to finish what we started. Softly. Lovingly. Quietly.
Like I said, not what you expected, but it is what it is….
I love our life.
--Baker
Once a long time ago when my kiddies were small -- someone said the one and only thing you MUST have for sex is a HUGE jar of vaseline. I remember being young and naive and nearly falling off my chair....
ReplyDeleteHe then continued to say -- smear the vaseline all over the doorhandle to your bedroom -- the kids won't be able to 'stumble' in on you (cheeky grin)
Your account made me remember that story .... ain't kids fun??!!
Kids are great and I love that story about the Vaseline! Thank you so much for sharing. I'm so thankful for locks on the door and late nights/early mornings!.
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This is such a fun story. I think we've all been on one end or the other of a moment like this. Love the way you told it and glad you actually got to finish!
ReplyDeleteAmy
The finishing was the best part, Amy! Lol!
DeleteSo happy you enjoyed it! This is unfortunately our kids' typical response to the door being shut during the day! Ugh! It is getting better the older they get, less interruptions most days!
--Baker
Yes, I am remembering, too. When the boys were very small, we used to put up the kiddie gate on their bedroom door. I would toss little boxes of raisins in to them and told them Daddy and I were very busy talking about their Christmas presents.
ReplyDeleteWhen they were teens, Sam and I discovered morning sex was the best time. They slept like the dead.
Hugs From Ella
Miss Ella,
DeleteI love that story! We found that a locked door is the only way to privacy, but it still doesn't prevent interruptions during the day! Yes, late nights and early mornings is the best approach, but there is just something about sneaking away to our room in the afternoon! Lol! Blushing just thinking about it!
--Baker
OMG, I can so feel for you. I have lived this scenario. I still can't believe that we have so many kids with all the interruptions there are. Glad things worked out
ReplyDeleteAmen, Blondie! It is amazing half of them are here too! We've learned to mainly keep our "exercise" time to late nights and early mornings and that helps!
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Loved this post Baker and happy for you that you had some fun with Hoss. Brings back memories of ours when they were little. Love the Vaseline idea from Morningstar. LOL!
ReplyDeleteThink you need a door at the top of your stairs which is locked at times like these.
Hugs Lindy xx
Oh, Miss Lindy, the door is so locked to our room, just keep those kids upstairs! I loved Morningstar's sotry as well!
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I'm beginning to wonder how you got all those kids in the first place. With only two it was late at night when they were little and yes - early morning when they were teenagers. But now that we are empty-nesters, I do love afternoon delight.
ReplyDeletePK, where there is a will there is a way! We have been very "inventive" in our " exercise" routine over the years! Early mornings and late nights work the best for us too!
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ROFLMBO! This story is hysterical, Baker. Happy you two were able to have some alone time. ;)
ReplyDeleteHugs and blessings...Cat
Thanks, Cat! So happy to give everyone, including you, a giggle!
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Good for you both. I can't believe you were able to continue with so many interruptions.
ReplyDeleteA closed door always seems to be an invitation for kids and pets. lol
SG, agree, some days we do give up amd say forget it, but Sunday we persevered, lol!
DeleteYes, closed door mean interrupt us please, NOT!
--Baker
Baker,
ReplyDeleteA closed door is always tempting no matter your age. If you are on the wrong side, you keep knocking.
Meredith
Apparently, several of our kiddos agree with you, M. They sure were demanding our attention on Sunday.
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Oh how funny... It's been awhile since this has happened in our house but its so exasperating! We save a few favorite shows for Saturday morning and that buys us a bit of time. Sometimes for stress relief, other times just for fun!
ReplyDeleteI hear you, Madeline, and it had been awhile since we even attempted to have some "exercise" in the afternoon, but it is typically like this situation almost every time! It can be funny or frustrating in the moment depending on our mood and the amount of interruptions.
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such a fun story...definitely been there with our two kiddos...now the problem is that they are older and stay up as late as we do :-)
ReplyDeleteTerps, we are so there too! We just make time as we can find it and some days simply throw caution to the wind and pray we're quiet enough!
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