I now understand an aspect of parenting I wasn’t expecting.
So, Nick & I were getting a little frisky this morning. (I suppose if we DID have children, we wouldn’t be getting frisky in the livingroom on a Saturday morning to begin with, but still. Work with me here.) We’re just getting into it, and I hear the ever so familiar sounds of hork hork hork coming from the vicinity of the black furry four legged child we have running around. Pause for a moment… eh, she seems fine, keep going.
hork hork hork.
“She’ll be fine…”
hork hork hork
Ok, fine, forget it: The child needs us. C’mere puppy, are you okay? Aw, sweetheart… poor little girl. I coax her into drinking some water, check the pile for anything terrible (just bile, I’m willing to bet she ate something she shouldn’t, she does this once in a while.) She perks up a bit after the third or fourth round of horking, and life carries on.
Is this what it’s like to have children? I was having fun, damnit!
I think most parents are too tired to get frisky on a Saturday morning, especially those with an infant. We try to wait until she’s asleep, assuming that we don’t crash first, and then just try not to wake the baby cuz if she wakes there’s no fun for a week while we catch up on sleep.
*grin* Parents of infants don’t count — I EXPECT that you don’t get to be frisky all that often. I’m pretty sure that (along with the semi-infertility you get from breastfeeding) this is mother nature’s way of spreading out children. ;)
According to a married friend of mine, whenever he even thinks about trying to have fun, the kidlet detects this and suddenly needs to come into the bedroom for various reasons.
I can actually attest to the fact that some malevolent force does seem to be watching for “frisky” activity, and consequently, the children knock at the door, something goes crash, one of several animals starts horking something (or jumps on the bed or whines for food), the doorbell rings, the phone rings, etc. I actually sometimes attribute it to my deceased best friend messing with me from beyond this world – knowing him, his ghost is probably still living on my couch, and the interruptions are just his way of saying hello.
I’ve gotten used to the dog on the bed, although it took a while… it just seemed easier to get used to that than to convince the dog to go away. I draw the line at a nose where no nose belongs, though. Justice is a very jealous puppy and doesn’t like it if Nick & I are too close. She usually jumps on us if I hug him for too long, for example.
Dog on the bed? Acceptable. Dog in face? Not. (Especially scary if I open my eyes and there’s a big black face unexpectedly inches from mine… eeek!)
Luckily, she usually gets fed up with the, er, movement and wanders off — with a very exasperated groan to boot. :D