Thursday – Bedtime Stories make a Lousy Aphrodisiac

Today on my drive into work, I was thinking that my son's bedtime stories are interfering with my love life. On my husband's nights off, our son insists that his daddy read the stories at bedtime, but also that I be there to enjoy them. I can't blame the little guy, as he doesn't get to spend a lot of time with both of his parents at the same time. The only place in the house that we can all snuggle close for story time is on the bed that Jeff and I share. My son, baby night owl that he is, stays wide awake and riveted while Jeff reads aloud the adventures of Biscuit the puppy dog and Thomas the Tank Engine. I, on the other hand, usually fall asleep a few pages into the first book.

"We couldn't make him a baby brother even if we were trying," Jeff commented last night.

"No kidding. When was the last time we had sex, anyway?" I asked him, "October?"

He couldn't recall.

( Warning: Sex is the leading cause of children in the world today, and children are the leading cause of not being able to find time to have sex. )