Four-year-old as a contraceptive…….
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osodecanelaWell, we’re doing the parent trip this week. We’ve taken the girls to Yearly Meeting down in the desert east of LA. As Godparents, we take the role seriously. We periodically take one or both of the girls to Meeting for Worship (we’re Quakers), and every summer we spend a week communing with other Friends (capital ‘F’, as in Religious Society of Friends). Well that’s this week.
We did the drive from Northern California, spread out over 2 days. There's only so long you can listen to the voice of a small child repeatedly asking, “Are we there yet?” We didn’t get under way until after 2 Sunday afternoon. We got as far as Buttonwillow at the southern end of the Central Valley, perhaps 30 minutes north of the Grapevine. The inn we stayed in only had a single room with 2 queen beds. My husband took the girls for a swim in the humid nighttime summer heat, while I ran the A/C in the room, which was 100 or so when we checked in, while trying to get some work done on the computer. (i.e. get the directions for the remainder of the way here, for starters!)
LJ insisted on doing all the driving. It’s his car, so I was in no position to argue, even though it did make his carpal tunnel flare. He’s complaining his hands are now both numb and painful. That, plus his driving makes me so nervous that I arrived in Buttonwillow and again in Redlands with my gut in a knot. I could have driven, which would have meant HIS gut would have been knotted, but his hands would be alright, as would my gut; however, you can’t argue with him when he has his mind set.
SO, after several days of no opportunity for us to be intimate, when the girls went down for a nap late afternoon in their adjoining room, I stretched out, more out of fatigue than anything else. LJ however, after 90 seconds decided to take advantage of my horizontal state. My pants were around my mid-thigh, when the door flew open and in marched our naked 4 year-old, asking if she can go swimming. His clothing was still in place, so he quickly shepherded her back into her bed, as my stiffy quickly reverted to detumescence. Moments later he rejoined me on the bed, but not before propping a chair against the door. Confident this would be enough to ensure our privacy, he started removing his clothing and began an earnest attempt to revive my ‘interest’. I was beginning to circle an orgasm, when the door once again opened and in marched one very determined and still very naked child, demanding her swimsuit. The chair gave me just enough time to get under the sheet, before she entered the room. I’m not ashamed of my sexuality or my body, but I have no desire to have my 4 year-old clear on what 2 men can do together.
This may be a rather dry week sexually. How do staight people have more than one child?
We did the drive from Northern California, spread out over 2 days. There's only so long you can listen to the voice of a small child repeatedly asking, “Are we there yet?” We didn’t get under way until after 2 Sunday afternoon. We got as far as Buttonwillow at the southern end of the Central Valley, perhaps 30 minutes north of the Grapevine. The inn we stayed in only had a single room with 2 queen beds. My husband took the girls for a swim in the humid nighttime summer heat, while I ran the A/C in the room, which was 100 or so when we checked in, while trying to get some work done on the computer. (i.e. get the directions for the remainder of the way here, for starters!)
LJ insisted on doing all the driving. It’s his car, so I was in no position to argue, even though it did make his carpal tunnel flare. He’s complaining his hands are now both numb and painful. That, plus his driving makes me so nervous that I arrived in Buttonwillow and again in Redlands with my gut in a knot. I could have driven, which would have meant HIS gut would have been knotted, but his hands would be alright, as would my gut; however, you can’t argue with him when he has his mind set.
SO, after several days of no opportunity for us to be intimate, when the girls went down for a nap late afternoon in their adjoining room, I stretched out, more out of fatigue than anything else. LJ however, after 90 seconds decided to take advantage of my horizontal state. My pants were around my mid-thigh, when the door flew open and in marched our naked 4 year-old, asking if she can go swimming. His clothing was still in place, so he quickly shepherded her back into her bed, as my stiffy quickly reverted to detumescence. Moments later he rejoined me on the bed, but not before propping a chair against the door. Confident this would be enough to ensure our privacy, he started removing his clothing and began an earnest attempt to revive my ‘interest’. I was beginning to circle an orgasm, when the door once again opened and in marched one very determined and still very naked child, demanding her swimsuit. The chair gave me just enough time to get under the sheet, before she entered the room. I’m not ashamed of my sexuality or my body, but I have no desire to have my 4 year-old clear on what 2 men can do together.
This may be a rather dry week sexually. How do staight people have more than one child?
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Date: 2006-08-02 12:21 am (UTC)So are the kids your friends' kids or ... ?
Maybe you guys can play when they're asleep. No, then they'll want a glass of water or something ^_-
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Date: 2006-08-02 01:16 am (UTC)These are our godchildren. I delivered both the girls. My husband was there for the younger one's delivery. Their parents are close friends of ours. We have the girls 3-5 nights per month, and for a week or so every summer. Hilary Clinton's book was "It Takes a Village to Raise a Child"; that makes us the "Village People".
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Date: 2006-08-03 01:16 am (UTC)Hey, in the bigger picture, it could always be worse. It's been a dry MONTH for me! :)
How do staight people have more than one child?
Accident? Locking doors? Sending the kids to stay with other families? Summer camp? Benadryl? As Patsy Stone puts it, nothing in life is certain.
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Date: 2006-08-03 07:25 am (UTC)I once had a friendship with a bisex biker named Dirty Bob. He had a 10 year old kid who just happened to open the bedroom door while we were laying on top of each other.
Immediately she screamed: "Daddy! What are you doing?!"
I was amazed that a 10 year old would know that laying on top of each other was somehow taboo.
Wasn't one of my proudest moments...