Virtually Impossible

Believe me when I say trying to write a sex scene during the hour it's time to get the kids to bed really, really SUCKS!

Cripes, can they come down the stairs like sixteen-hundred more times? Ajers came down, sad puppy eyes, and was like, "You promised you'd come in to tuck me in."

I had promised. I had also forgotten. He was mad.

Diva was mad too, because my "stupid little book" according to her, was more important than "your kids, and their teeth and their health. Don't you want your kids to be healthy, with clean teeth, or do you care more about a stupid little book?"

And then Ajers, with the, "it's just a dumb book," comment. It made me think. Am I missing out on golden opportunities with my kids just because I am trying to write another novel? Does this make me a bad mom? Does this negate the pizza, ice cream, putt-putt golf, walks and bikerides, trips to Target to get something fun we did all weekend long while hubby was golfing? Huh? Did any of that crap count for anything?

Noooooo. God forbid mommy wants to do something for herself and it's spilling out of her head and if she doesn't get it down onto the computer, it'll be lost forever, and believe me when I tell you, this was a hot, hot sex scene.

I tried to explain it to Ajers this way. (Wait! Not the sex scene, the part about me needing to write tonight)... I said, "You know how like you're in the middle of a video game and I yell to you to come upstairs and you yell back that you will when the game is over, and you're so focused on the rest of that game, that nothing else seems important at that moment?"

He said yeah.

I said, "That's what it's like for me when I have something I need to write and it's a priority, very important and I want to get it done right then. Like when you're playing a game."

"Well, what's more important? A dumb book or your kids?"

I shot it right back to him. "What's more important to you? Your PSP or mom?"

Fortunately, after some thinking, he did choose me, but when conversations with the kids come up like this, they really make me wonder if I'm being neglectful to them? Hell! I even planted seeds with Tukey today! We went to the store, bought actual seeds and are attempting to grow stuff in the yard. I have no idea if we'll be successful, but I can't tell you how many times he exclaimed sincerely, "This is such a fun project!"

I do so much for them, always let them have their friends in the house, in the yard, over for snacks, always suggest fun activities we can do. Spoil them to death if you ask anyone. And what do I get? They don't get enough of me? Come on. Am I being over-the-top here? Or are they just working the system, trying to get a little more time awake?

Cripes, I don't know. What I do know is that I am now no longer in the mood to write a sex scene, and I did get quite a workout going from the computer up the stairs, back down and back up while I tried to settle them...

Oh, and look, here comes another kid...

WHAT DO YOU WANT!?!?!?!?

: )

Peace UP.

PS... This is a total quickie rant and I'm just going to post it now without edits. Then I'm going to bed, where I will not be reenacting any of the sex scene I had been working on, much to hubby's dismay.