Six Days to Better Sex
You know those articles that give tips on how to keep your marriage on track?
I found out recently that I don't need to read any of them. All I have to do is pack a suitcase and get out of dodge (in this case, New Jersey). That's where I live with my husband, little girl and a kitten. They are all affectionate and wonderful and only the cat sheds, but sometimes mom needs a break.
I left town recently for work. A conference took me all the way across the country. Whenever I travel 3,000 miles these days (which, lets face it, isn't too damn often - most times I can't even make it to Hoboken) I take my daughter with me. Over the past five years, I have taken her on my lap, breastfed her in a sling, occupied her with Cheerios and stickers on the tarmac, and the last time - let her watch the movie Bolt in her own seat. I take her because California is where her Grandpa lives.
But this time there was serious work at hand and I needed to focus. Going on this trip also meant a plane ride all to myself where I could work, doze and read a novel. For more than 15 minutes straight! It meant a hotel room shared with a good friend and colleague, near the ocean. It meant dinner with no one climbing on my lap, solo walks on the beach, stimulating conversation and work, work, work. It meant taking an extra day and half to see my dad, ALONE.
It meant sleeping alone, with no spousal snoring similar to some unholy swamp creature, no cat trying to get under the covers, no kid demanding breakfast and asking at 6:45 am if it is OK to take the sprinkles and glue out of the art closet. (NO!) It meant I could hear myself think and didn't have to talk to my husband about the checkbook, the cat's pan, where we'll be in 10 years, or who is going to call the tax accountant and scrub out the bathtub. Most of all, though, it meant I looked at my husband a bit differently when I got home. Well, mostly, I just looked at him. Gee I'm glad he still manages to get those regular jogging sessions in.Continued on the next page