So yeah. Friday night – great, fantastic sex.
Saturday night I’m beat, she’s beat, we pass out.
Sunday night, I want to, she’s wants to, baby is restless and we can’t
Monday night, I want to, She’s tired and passes out
Tuesday night, I want to, She wants to, things get a little over-excited, I’m done before we basically get started. (I *HATE* it when that happens, and cleanup is a bitch)
Wednesday night, She wants to, I’m tired and don’t wake up when she comes to bed
Today (Thursday), her period starts.
We go on vacation next week. And I *KNOW* she won’t in the condo, since she’s typically very funny about that.
Sucks to be me. I feel like the coyote in the cartoon, y’know?