You are SO into each other! So much so that you’ve made a life together  and thrown some little people in the mix for good measure! They’re beautiful, amazing kids…who are totally harshing your sex buzz. Been there, done that. Or more accurately: am there, doing that.  I certainly haven’t found the secret of living with a young child AND maintaining a rigorous schedule of hot monkey sexin’. But The Man of Mans and I have managed to be co-parents and sex partners and sometimes we manage to do both on the same day.

Here are five strategies that have worked for us and might work for you too.

1. Masturbate – It’s Okay.

No really. It is!  I admit that sometimes I feel a little…weird about it. I mean, here I have a perfectly sexypants partner within touching distance and here I am going to town on myself.  But here’s my deal. Sometimes libido is about the desire to connect with my husband in an intimate and naked way. But sometimes it’s because my nethers are aflame and about to burst of my pantaloons! Meanwhile, it’s midnight on a day that started at 5 a.m. and  the only propect that excites The MoMs is a big fluffy pillow. Yes I could try to goad him into sleepy, grudging sex, but there are time when it’s easier and ultimately everyone will be happier if I rub one out and hit the sack

A quick note to sleepy partners everywhere. Sleep is important, so if your body’s asking for it, that’s what you should do. But if you’re up for it, maybe pop open your PJs to expose your lover’s favourite naughty bit before you nod off. A little masturbatory inspiration goes a long way!

 

2. Express It. Don’t Expect It.

As a working parent, some days get very, very busy and I become very, very overwhelmed. By the time The Bean is tucked away for the night and the last item on my to-do list is crossed off, I barely feel human, let alone like a human with functioning sex parts. By now, The Man of Mans has a keen sense of when “do not enter” vibes are emanating from my vagina. But he says awesome stuff like, “I know you’re not for sex right now and that’s cool. I just want you to know that you give me the feelings.”

I’ve run myself ragged and to the world-at-large I have all the sex appeal of a mop. But a partner who’s still warm for my form AND chill about letting me veg out while watching So You Think You Can Dance? That’s hot!

 

3. Non-Sexual Touching

You know those obnoxious snuggly couples who hold hands all the time and sit on each other’s laps? You need to cut them some slack, jack – especially if they have kids!  Physical contact promotes intimacy, affection, trust and all kinds of positive feelies. Those good feelings help counter the some of the less wonderful side effects of parenting, which may include frustration, confusion, guilt, frustration, worry, shock and frustration. Believe me – that icky, schmoopy cuddly stuff is the glue that holding my relationship together!

 

4. Porn

Sometimes if The MoMs gone awhile without sex, I’ll decide enough is enough! Being a mother and being a sexually viable human being are not mutually exclusive and tonight I’m gonna get me some!  But sometimes, even when my mind is willing, my body is weaksauce and I can’t quite jump start my arousal.  And yes there’s the whole lovely candles, wine, gentle kisses, blah, blah, romance novel seduction, but The MoMs and gotta get up early and get The Green Bean off to school. Also? I’m clumsy and likely to knock over the candles, thus burning the house down.

Porn is a quick, reliable way to get turned on. Watching my favourite scene from Debbie Does Dallas makes Nadine want the sex now. Not everyone is comfortable with porn, which is cool. But for those parents that don’t oppose the injection of a little erotica, remember that in addition to film, there are novels, short stories, comics and I think you can get porn on the Internet now too.

 

5. Lube and Toys

Similar to porn, a good slick lube and a reliable sex toy are both excellent tools for the busy parent who needs a quick and efficient orgasm. Like many people I keep my collection lube and battery-powered sex-ccessories in the nightstand. This makes for easy night time access and quick, convenient clean-up once the deed is done. As the parent of a young child, I only have about 90 seconds before the post-coital sedation renders me unconscious. I don’t want The Green Bean to come in and find my Liv lying around the bedroom the next morning. I’m not ready to field those questions yet.

This week I feel sexy in…

Skates Somona. Helmet: Bell. Hoodie, Shirt and Shorts: Lululemon

Skates!

Once upon a time I used to get out on my blades almost every day. When The Green Bean came along  I tried skating with a stroller but it put such a cramp in my style that eventually I stopped doing it.  The Bean outgrew his baby wheels, by which point I’d replaced blading with running and cycling.

More recently, a knee injury has kept me out of my running shoes and away from high impact exercise for the past few months. A couple of weeks ago, I spotted my old rollers tucked away in a corner of the basement and decided to go for a spin.

Skating is like flying! Unless I hit an unseen twig or bump in the road. Then skating is like falling on my ass. It’s all good. I have the best time whizzing around the neighbourhood.

Blading has been especially helpful on days when I’m in anxiety’s grip. Feeling my heart pumping and the sun on face eases my tension, if only for the few minutes I’m outside.

Safety is sexy...right?

Okay, okay. Even though I do feel sexy when I’m skating, I look like kind of a dork. Bit of contradiction for a fashion post.

I also feel kind of weird that most of my outfit consists of Lululemon stuff.

I bought these clothes back when I thought Lulu was a cool, Canadian-based company that paid it’s employees well and offered free yoga classes.  I’ve since found out they’re size-ist and kind of nuts as well, which makes me not so keen to buy their expensive (but admittedly effective) workout gear anymore.

But since I paid good money for the items I already own and they do have all sorts fancy sweat-wicking, non-chaffing, stretchy-stretch tricks, I figure I might as well get some use out of them.

Skates and pads: Rollergirl.ca

The Green Bean saw my blading and decided he wanted to try skating as well. He even used the phrase “I want to be like Mummy.” PRIDE!

Quad skates are what I learned to skate on as a child. Given that they’re more stable than inlines, I ordered a pair for The Bean and they arrived in the mail couple days ago.

Now when I go out for a blade with my son his wheels don’t cramp my style at all. Check him out! I think this kid has got some skillz!

picture via Picasa

Due to recent family developments, I’m in the midst of  full-scale sentimental-parent overload.

The Green Bean has a CRUSH!

Last week, the little girl in “the other” kindergarten class captured my son’s attention and affections. According to The Green Bean she is “SO cute. And the BEST jumper ever!” Apparently she is also ensconsed a strict social circle that only includes other girls. Poor Bean was daunted by the prospect of penetrating the mini-klatch and declaring his feelings, so he asked The Man of Mans and I for advice.

“I likes her a REALLY lot, Mummy!” NAAAAWWWWW! I am dying of cute y’all!

So The Man of Mans and I have been dolling out the love tips. We’re trying to keep it five-year-old simple, but the more we discuss it, the more I realize the lessons apply regardless of age:

1. If you like someone, find them and tell them, “Excuse me. I like you very much.”

2. If you’re too shy to tell them face-to-face, find another way. With a poem, in a letter or maybe a Transformers card with extra-specical stickers!

3. Always use good manners with a crush. For example, if they are about to go down the slide offer to clean the sand off for them first.

4. Don’t be afraid to let your feelings show. Smile at your crush. Say “hello”. Climb the monkey together. Invite them for a playdate.

5. Tell your crush why you like them. Let them know they are the smartest person you’ve met, your favourite person to talk to, the BEST jumper ever!

Armed with this advice, The Bean went to school today, jack up on that old lovestruck combo of exhiliration and fear, as he prepared for his first forray into love. But he was brave, our Bean. He confessed his true feelings to his little love, who accepted his proposition to hold hands in the yard tomorrow. Which brings us the final lesson:

6. Hold hands. It’s the nicest.

Once upon a time, I had a crush on a boy at my school. My subtle attempts at flirting and admittedly ridiculous “moves ” did not get the job done. So I  gathered my courage, called my crush and told him, “I like you very much.”  That was sixteen years ago today and I’m very, very glad I did.

I think The Man of Mans is too. ;-)

Happy Valentine’s Day, everyone!