After posting last night hub and I retreated upstairs...
Bruce and Die Hard 4 was about to start (I like me some Bruce) and eventhough I had seen it before I wanted to watch it as some mindless English. Bruce sounds like a complete pansy in Japanese so ten minutes before it started I suggested an international relations meeting - the first of the New Year, or himehajime. Hub usually tires himself out and needs to siesta afterwards so was good way to get TV all to self.
I know. Got to be the worlds most unromantic reason to suggest romp in the hay. But a girls gotta do and all that.
Anyhoo, for the first time in a wee while it was a thoroughly enjoyable meeting. I don't ever not enjoy them but more often than not these days they are just going through the motions. It was an extremely pleasant surprise to find out that we still have it. I know we've only been married six years but still.... I was having my doubts - especially as me not being entirely stoked I still look pregnant seven months after pushing out my third child. Doesn't exactly make you want to strip off and ride the stalion.
So to speak.
Meeting finshed and hub does indeed want to sleep. I come downstairs for a beer and some Bruce. Don't get to the end of it because low and behold me thinks in need for an emergency meeting.
Hub is up for it.
So to speak.
I'm feeling a bit bolder than an hour previously and a not recently ventured position is done. Hub is noticebly excited that I am even venturing at all and obviously doesn't give a shit about the extra wobbles going on - that I am far too obvious to. So not venturing there for a few months until I can trim some bodily parts. Tis my News Years Resolution after all.
To trim bodily parts that is. Not do loads of venturing.
Is still very normal shagging in the scheme of things by the way. I'm just not right into labeling positions exactly. Gotta keep some secrecy.
So that's the shag update. Hub still up for twice in a night. He also reckons it has helped his sore back - and that perhaps the only reason it got sore in the first place was through shagging neglect. Woe is him.
Anyway, we both woke up in great moods this morning - as you do - and the kids were on form and all in all getting them ready for kindy and out the door after a week at home and staying in PJs till 9am was relatively easy. Kindy drop off was fine and then I came home to tidy tidy tidy. I even washed curtains and scrubbed floors and windows.
Went to meet friend for lunch and do a big nappy and groccery shop. Home for a spot more cleaning and getting din dins ready for the kids. Hub is out at his start of the new year office party so it was just me, Granny K and the kids. I requested her help around bath time but other than that the kids and I managed fine. Marina went to bed without a peep at seven, and Ryu was in bed half an hour before her. Shou, the bottomless pit, wanted more food the minute we were upstairs and in bed. This happens quite frequently. Very annoying but what can you do. He is a growing boy after all. His choices in such cases are always plain bread or a banana. Tonight he had both. He can sometimes be the Dyson of three year old boys.
All is peaceful now and I am seriously putting off braving the cold to get more wood for the fire - but not much choice in the matter really as not feeling tired enough to get into bed and the fire is just about out.
I told hub I wouldn't be going over to pick him up tonight so that means he gets a ride home with the dirty slag (actually very nice girl but who is married and doing the dirty with a married man - whose wife I like) and she tends to like listening to the sound of her own voice at Kareoke - meaning hub wont roll in until after midnight. Ah well, it's him that will feel it tomorrow - on only a Tuesday. Bugger that.
Right, best get some wood in.