I don’t have to hit on my husband much anymore. He’s what you’d call ‘a sure thing’ (and, let’s face it, I’m pretty irresistible). But, while I no longer have to craft clever pick-up lines, I have noticed that the sweet nothings I whisper in his ear (or shout in his ear if the kids are awake), have changed somewhat since we’ve reproduced. Here are some examples:
I am attracted to you like our 2-year-old and 5-year-old are attracted to puddles.
I yearn for you the way I yearn for coffee the morning after I’ve been awake all night with a puking kid.
I would give up a month of turns sleeping in for a moment in your arms.
Sooo, not flowery and romantic, but if you have known the sleep deprivation of parenthood, or walked with a 2 and 5-year-old who haven’t met a puddle they wouldn’t jump in, you know the depth of conviction with which I speak.
**Please note Hubs: That last one is a token gesture. I believe it is my turn to sleep in next. I will check the scoreboard and get back to you.