Sending a man to space ...

Sex.  Yep sex.

Was so simple when we were younger and dating ... he liked you, you liked him ... done.

Now it is like preparing to sending a man to space!  The atmosphere, the timing, the equipment,  ... all has to be in perfect harmony. 

The atmosphere ... did we fight about who let the $16 worth of chicken breasts go bad in the fridge?  Are the monsters-in-law asking to visit?   Did he not even look up yet responded 'great' when you asked if he thought you looked good in that sweater?! 

It is complicated ... the time.  When ... before we could have sex on the kitchen table at 1:00 in the afternoon ... now ... not so much!  Now it is little Elmo divided plates and juice cups scatter the kitchen.  In the morning ... wee ones want to go potty and 'rush teet'!  At night ... we are so freakin' tired ... we can barely see straight and we are craving some alone time.  Criminal Minds and Grey's are calling ...

Houston we have a problem!  The equipment ... on both sides ... if the time and the atmosphere are right but the equipment is outta service ... no one is blasting off.  Equipment ... did I shave my legs, do I feel like it, do I want to after playing the 'I have to lose weight' tapes over and over again in my head all day. 

Does he want to??  Does he feel like it??  Who is taking the lead and would he rather catch another round of TSN highlights ...

Say it is 10PM ... in eight hours we are going to hear "Momma ... Mommmmmaaaa ... Dadda ... Daaaaadddda" and it all starts again - so we opt for more sleep than love.  Would we change it ... NOT in a milion years.  Do we need to find more balance ... yes, this year we do.