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Last night at the restaurant, we finished early so we all decided to stick around and have a glass of wine afterwards. I work with a bunch of mostly trendy, Gen Y's who are all doing terrible trendy things with their lives like working in fashion, studying photography or planning to go abroad to save the white tigers. I'm probably the most boring person they've ever met but they put up with me because the hourly rate is good and I in turn, pretend not to notice when their eyes glaze over while I talk about boring stuff like my BOOBS.
Like..she's talking about her BOOBS AGAIN..AND THAT BREAST MILK THING. EWWWWW. SOMEONE MAKE HER STOP SO WE CAN GO BACK TO TALKING ABOUT SAVING THE WHITE TIGERS.
So the conversation turns to sex. Of course. And they are talking about staying over at their boyfriend/girlfriend's houses and if their parents let them sleep in the same beds. YEAH I've really got a lot in common here. How can I turn the conversation back to BREAST
MILK?.
And I make some off hand comment about not doing it much anymore and suddenly the conversation is all about the OLD LADY FREAK that doesn't have sex that much anymore.
And it's like a million questions from people who are looking like I just said something like "I've got 24 hours to live". They are scared. And they feel pity. And I'm all like.. DON'T CRY FOR ME..I'M OK. REALLY!!
So I explain about being TIRED. SO TIRED. And about getting up lots of times throughout the night, every night and how that doesn't mean that the kids sleep in, cause they still get up at 6am like Cock-a-doodle-doo!!! Cock-a-doodle-doo..I'm awake!!
And how I lay in bed and pull the covers over me until the last possible minute before I know that a Transformer toy will surely come sailing through the air to hit me in the head. And then a little 4 year old's voice is in my ear saying... "Fix me a sandwhich mum. Fix me a Vegemite sandwhich mum. No Jam. No Vegemite. Mum?? Can I have a glass of water mum? Mum can you put Nick Jr on? MUMMMMM??"
So I'm TIRED. And I have enough on my plate without trying to work out how to greet my husband at the door each night dressed in lingerie and pink fluffy heels. Without putting all the added pressure on myself to feel minx-ey again.
So I'm like DON'T CRY FOR ME, cause I know my mojo will come back. Sex after babies is kinda like that friend you have. The really cool and fun one.
You know the one that you used to hang out heaps with when you were younger.
You'd have MASSIVE nights out, cavorting around the town getting up to no good and partying till dawn.
Man you guys did some crazy shit.
But now that has friend moved away. Interstate. Maybe for work, maybe for personal reasons, I don't know, that's not important at this stage.
The point is, that you don't see each other that much anymore, but when you do, when that friend happens to be back in town (for business or personal reasons), you get together and you always have a GREAT time.
And just because that friend is only back in town like once a month, doesn't mean you are not still great friends.
And furthermore, I happen to know that this good friend has plans to someday, in the near future, move back to this town where we will once again enjoy more of those fun and crazy nights out, on a far more
regular basis.
GET IT. GET THE ANALOGY??
Now back to saving the white tigers....
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