I ask for an off earlier than usual. Pass by the lingerie shop, excited to get my sexy back on after the pregnancy took a toll on me.
My tummy is still bulging, my stripes very visible, but Hey! Am psyched! Nothing will deter me tonight!
My mind is spinning, can’t wait to surprise my best friend. I decide to tease my hubby aliitle bit. He too needs to know that his lil mama will be waiting! Did I say lil mama? A-ha!
I pass by the grocery store and get some dinner for us. Am finally home.
Execute plan ☑.
I play with our baby, wash her, feed her early enough to make that special time ours.
Dinner is prepared on time. We have our altar. Am speaking in tongues telling the Lord to flood His sleep on the baby!
Am quoting Bible verses, reminding the Lord of His promises to give sleep to them that He loves.
I am confident that He will grant my plea.
Help – ☑
The baby cosmically feels that we are trying harder to make her sleep. She will not sleep on our account. No. It’s like she’s on an energy boost, when we both need her deep asleep.
We need to conquer together.
We play and play until she’s tired enough. Hubby rocks her to sleep.
She quickly dozes off.. but soon wakes up when she’s been put down. How timely. I take her and rock her again to sleep.
Baby asleep ☑.
Phew! I quickly run to my bag and take out the lingerie and put it on.
Then seductively walk to my hubby. He smiles, genuinely smiles then tells me, “Hunnie, you have worn it inside out.”
How could I have noticed? I was just trying to look nice after months of Mutwiri for governor T-shirts, padded bras, fluffy socks and oversized pyjamas as I breastfed the whole night!
Today, it was all about pleasing him!
In the middle of quickly blazing fiery romance, a sharp sweet voice crying out…
“Mommy, mommy, mommy, a coming…nyony…nyony… nyonnnnnn.”
“Oh no! Lord make her rest” I pray!
As if that’s not hard enough, she says, “Daddy…key…go… a door!”
We both wake up!
We live to try again.
Maybe next time, I will have sometime to put on some cologne instead of smelling like her poop – (I didn’t that notice too!)
I pick up my fluffy socks and my oversized T-shirts.
The night will be a long one again… Enjoy every season of marriage!
Children or lack thereof, marriage is complete with Christ!