Sex, interrupted....

If you can't write about your sex life when you're a faceless entity on the internet, when can you write about your sex life?

I'm going to take the leap.

We have three kids, right? So, our sex life should be non-existant, right? Well, normally it's not, but lately it has been. I don't know why, maybe it's because we're tired. Maybe it's because I've been sick with some sort of chest crud. Maybe it's because - having PCOS - I've had my first period in, oh, about 6 months. Maybe it's because the Lexapro I've been taking to thwart the crazies has affected my sex drive. Whatever the reason, yesterday morning I guess the planets were aligned, the cosmos was singing, and we were both home and we both felt like having sex.

The boys were awake, but they had had breakfast and were playing and watching TV in back of the house. D. was spending the night with Gran. So, I get up, lock the bedroom door, and we snuggle quietly under the sheets. Right about the time that things start getting interesting, Walker's phone rings. He's the boss so he has to answer, but I really feel like chunking the thing right out the window. This is not the first time that this has happened. He finishes the call, and things start getting interesting again, when the cat jumps up in the middle of the bed. Walker hates the cat. So, I get up and throw the cat out in the hall and re-lock the bedroom door.

Things start getting interesting again, when we hear it:

bang, BANG, BANG on the bedroom door.

"Mommy, K. won't let me up on his bed!"

"Mommy, where are you?"

BANG, BANG, BANG!

"Mommy!"

I give up.