WELL THAT WAS INTERESTING

Last Friday after my husband (from now on lovingly referred to as B) & I finished a post-funeral-pre-family-gathering quickie, I looked over to see a framed photo of Jesus and a 3 foot tall doll staring at me.

In a never ending series of awkward moments, this was perhaps the most awkward. For you see, when you’re in the middle of Infertility Treatment, your Ovulation Window waits for no one & nothing.

Not even your Grandmother-In-Law’s passing and funeral. ‘Yes, B, I know we are both grieving, but don’t forget I have to give myself the Trigger Shot on Tuesday and we need to have sex at least once a day through to Saturday.’

Who says romance is dead?

And as Luck (that jokester) would have it, Conoco’s Turn Around started last Monday. Meaning B’s normally sleepy hometown has an extra 1000+ people in it taking up ALL THE DAMN HOTELS! Even the sketchy roadside motels mockingly displayed No Vacancies signs. So the only lodging available, other than B’s parents house (which would be filled with his sister & her fam), was his Grandma Mouse’s house.

So here we are. Doin It in his grandma’s house on the day of her funeral. Knowing her, Mouse is probably up in Heaven laughing her ass off. She’d say something like ‘why would you pay to stay somewhere when you can stay at Mousie’s house? Lord knows I’m not using it!’

For some reason, that thought makes all of this seem a little better. Although I did tell B that we were going to stay in the other bedroom that night. Jesus doesn’t need to witness another round.

*cue up Circle Of Life

Where the wild thoughts go

Where do you go when your life seems like a real life story of Job? When it’s all so painful it becomes hilarious? And hopefully these frequent situations are temporary but you’re eyeballs deep there’s no end in sight so you can’t tell what state of permanence you’re in?

Where do you go when you need to talk it out but you’re too tired to talk?

I guess to the blog? Is this thing on?