Sex with my mother*

To all my children, friends, and past and potential future therapists: I am not now, nor have I ever been, having sex with my mother.

Or even having fantasies of having sex with my mother.

No, instead, I am talking about the challenges and inconveniences of having sex, with my mother now living in our house.

( at this point, I assume, almost everyone will stop reading: my children, because LA LA LA TOO MUCH INFORMATION and all others because, well, it is husband - wife sex we are talking about now, which is universally considered uninteresting except to those participating)

Said inconveniences include:

1. Inhibitions about making noise.

2. No afternoon adventures.

3. Only bed and bath- no beyond (talking locations, here, people).

This was not something I'd really considered before bringing my mom into our home. And, if my husband and I had thought about it, we still would have made the same decision.

But.

There are times and moments when I get a bit nostalgic for spontaneous passion.


Okay, kids, you can uncover your ears now.

* This blog title was a stab at tabloid-style blogging. What do you think?