Lazy Sunday

When I was young, I didn't really think I was much of a "family" person.  I was somewhat solitary, hiding away in my bedroom, burying myself in books and music, avoiding all things social and interactive.

This morning, I woke up to my brother and nephew (who are visiting from Indiana) already up and lounging on the couch, CSB in the kitchen making coffee, and not long after my first sip the ShortBus stumbling out bleary eyed to join us.  Throughout the day, the boys have spent much time playing, and the adults have spent much time relaxing in front of a roaring fire with our laptops.

I deliberately chose to move into a home which is two miles away from my parents' house.  Even though I don't get to spend quite as much time with them as I would like, I get to see them quite often, and just having them nearby is comforting.

This afternoon I walked through the room, stepping over kids and toys, listening to the sound of the fire, tv, familliar voices, and laughter.   A thought occurred to me, "it's like Christmas, only better."  Everyone is happy and healthy, we are all together (well, missing one... she couldn't get the time off work to be here), and for the moment it feels as if time has paused for the briefest second.... allowing me a quick respite from the stress of the "real world" to enjoy a few days with my family.

The list of things I am thankful for is long.  Today, is at the top of that list.

At The Beginning

Here I am, first day of Thanksgiving break... ShortBus and his cousin destroying playing in ShortBus's room, my brother watching football on the couch, me puttering around the house putting away faire stuff that has been sitting out, cutting up random veggies for the boys to snack on, and cooking up some hot dogs for lunch (I knew those dogs would come in handy at some point). 

Savoring the first day of my staycation.  Thrilled that there are only nine more posts left in November.  Entirely blissed-out on the fact that I only have thirteen work days until I get another staycation. Yes, life is good... very good.

About the Sex (Sorry Mom)

Yesterday, I went to the salon for my usual cut and color.  I have been going to the same place for several years and Heather always does a brilliant job. 

As I was sitting in the chair, waiting for the color to set and filling in a crossword puzzle on my iTouch, I happened to overhear a conversation between the stylist and her client in the chair next to me.  They were discussing the fact that they were always too tired for sex with their husbands.

It didn't seem to be a lack of desire, just a lack of energy.  One of them actually said, "I always enjoy it, and am glad I did it, but I just don't want to do it very often."  That would be the same one who was saying that she would be laying in bed watching TV and her husband would 'make a pass' at her and she would turn him down, and then he would sit there and pout (that's gotta be sexy).  The other one agreed with her, then went on to talk about how she hated it when her husband would wake her up wanting to have sex, and how that annoyed her.

Wait.  You get annoyed by, and continually turn down, the man you love who is turned on by the sight of you?  Then you giggle with your hairstylist about it?   

I honestly thought I was listening to a conversation between two women who were much older than their voices sounded.  Then I glanced up.  One of them couldn't have been any older than me (mid-thirties), the other was probably in her mid-forties.  I was shocked.  How could two relatively young women be so anti-sex?

What is it about women and marriage that eventually turns them off to sex?  So many theories, so little time.  All I know is that every time I hear a story with statistics about people in their 70s or 80s still having satisfying sex I get excited.  Sex doesn't have to stop because you've been married for X number of years, or because you are X number of years old. 

Enjoy life, don't take anything for granted.