i had a v-8 moment last night. an epiphany. that split second when something i've known unconsciously for years finally came barreling in to the front of my conscious. the hubs gets cocky after sex. i'll wait while those of you who know him quit laughing. GET cocky? um...yes, he is always cocky. oh, but wait. after sex he is like tarzan cocky. he is much more full of his witty (at least in his mind) comments. he has a gleam in his eye.
last night i mentioned this to him.
me: you are cocky after you get laid.
him: you mean w/ you or just in general. (then he laughs at his own joke)
me: see, see what i mean. you get laid and then you are all full of yourself for a day or two.
him: it's an age thing. i didn't always do that.
me: because you're getting old?
him: no because you're getting older and you don't give it up as often. in the old days i'd get it today and possibly tomorrow too. now you need more recovery time.
at this point i had my second epiphany of the night. our sex life has decreased over the last several months. do you know why? because the boy is taking karate. just about every week night (and i'm not exaggerating) the hubs takes the boy to karate. then he goes again on saturday around noon. these were prime sex times. we'd come home from a rough day of work and have a quickie before dinner or while dinner was cooking. or we'd have "dessert." karate has taken it's place.
him: it sucks when your kids interfere w/ your sex life.
does anyone swagger at your house?