Sex stuff
Anyway, I linked Catpewks entry to where he finds out his son is trying on the spouse's clothes, again. See, that part doesn't freak me out, it's the trying on my clothes that would freak me out. In due time, my kids will learn more about sex and swingers, but if I was a swinger, I wouldn't tell my own kids I was a swinger.
If I had a son that was trying on women's clothes, I would get him is own women's clothes so he wouldn't be trying on mine. Which is what I think is freaking out Catpewks wife. And I think that's a great idea. To get him his own clothes.
This morning Child asked me what "ungodly" meant. I said "Ohhh, it means too much...something like that. Like "That is an ungodly amount of makeup you're wearing." or "Her hair is piled high with an ungodly amount of hairspray to go with it." I asked Child in what context it was used.
Child said that her dad (my former husband) got a card for his girlfriend that said he wanted to do "ungodly things" to her body.
I braced myself. Because thinking that I fucked that man is ungodly. I mean that in the bad way.
I said to Child: "Child, what your dad means is something to do with sex."
Child said "Ok, EW!! I did NOT need to know that!" Child looked really like they were about to vomit.
Child asked.
I was inwardly wretching at this thought.
Disgusting. You know how it is. You once liked someone and now looking back on fucking them is really pretty awful.
Why did I do what I did to him? I mean. As my Child said so eloquently. Ewwwwww.
Being naked is one thing around your children. Because being naked is being naked. That doesn't have anything to do with sex. To me anyway. You're just naked. I either run around in my underwear or walk out of the bathroom after my shower. Naked. And they don't sit and stare. They talk to me as they normally would. They don't poke at my boobs or point and laugh. It's just normal and natural. My body is not perfect but I'm not hiding it.
Sex and talking about your own sex life with kids is odd to me. Talking about sex isn't odd. Talking about your own sex life with kids to me makes me uncomfortable.
It's like walking in on your parents having sex. NOT NORMAL. SCARRED FOR LIFE.
Everyone else has sex, just not your parents.
So yesterday I was trying to take a nap and I was really trying hard to get off. Sometimes my mind is not with it. Sometimes I'm trying to get off and then I think of what I need at the store. I'm not so focused. I'm lying there. I swear I'm going to start a fire in my vaginal region because I'm rubbing too fast. I could show those Boy Scouts a thing or two about rubbing fast.
I'm under the covers. In case a child bursts in. Which happened. And suddenly I'm very very still. Hand in mid-stroke.
"Mom are you in here?"
Damnit!