Thursday, June 11, 2009

What Do You Think?

Let's say, hypothetically, that a married couple had retired for the night and is the process of...well...being a married couple. The being is interrupted by a certain preschooler who's dinner has made a reappearance. All over her bed. And her person. (Um yeah, you double sheetin' haters? Neener-neener.)

Bed's stripped, child is bathed and couple has returned to bed. Is it bad that the...being...continued as if nothing had interrupted? I can't decide if we they are really bad parents or really great spouses. Hypothetically, of course.

11 comments:

Ashleigh said...

You guys are AWESOME spouses! Thats the way life works when you have kids.. pick up the pieces and keep on Being..

David Dust said...

I LOVE it when you overshare... :)

IN THEORY, of course.

XOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXO

Michelle Smiles said...

Heck - if they didn't resume, all couples would only have 1 child.

LizD said...

LOVE IT!! You go!

mah-meeee said...

errr... thanks for sharing. now get that picture out of my head!!!

;)

D... said...

*Really* great spouses! Hypothetically, of course.

Miss Ginger Grant said...

Are you trying to make another night barfer? Then you guys are awesome!

Katie in MA said...

I am (hypothetically) jealous! I would (hypothetically) have to start over from the beginning, and then I'd (hypothetically) imagine I still smelled the disappearing-reappearing dinner somewhere and then shower and then start over *again* and... Yeah, I would definitely say you guys were Rock Stars. (Hypothetically, of course.)

Heather said...

I say go for it, puke or no puke. We would.

Especially now that I'm pregnant. I tell ya, when I'm not huddled over the toilet bowl, waiting to see if I'm going to barf or not, I can't keep my hands off my husband. Sexy, I know.

There. How's THAT for oversharing?

Sadia said...

As with all other areas of Life after Children, the only way you'll get stuff done is to deal with the interruptions and pick up where you left off.

My two cents. In theory.

Raven said...

Um, I don't handle vomit well at all. That would be enough to set my stomach wrong all night and it would be coitus interruptus for us I'm afraid.

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