Back to the ol' Grind

Jethro started back to school again full time. I miss him already. Because I'm an interesting person with many quirks of the mind not to mention two kids to keep me occupied in moments of solitude, it just hadn't really dawned on me how little I see of Jethro when he's in school. Even when his physical presence is there, his mind is somewhere else thinking of bone disease, or spinal cancer, or erectile dysfunction (other people's, mind you). It's only about a week into vacation that I get him back like I used to have him before. When he's in school, I forget how much we both enjoy the same movies and food and humor. And I forget how sex isn't proccupied, with each of us lost in our own separate fantasy.

But they aren't major things and I count my blessings, believe me. It's not every woman who has a man slaving away so he can eke out a decent living so she can do whatever the hell her pretentious mind thinks it ought to be doing. I no complain.

I bring all of this up as a preface to the following anecdote. On Saturday morning at 10:00 am, Jethro and I were (what else) Having Sex - the really good -I'm-not-thinking-about-Topher-Grace-or-Rachel-Weiss-because-you're-so-fucking-hot kind. The kids were watching TV, the door was locked and deadbolted, and things were going great. At the worst possible moment (or best depending on how you look at it) the doorbell rang.

In a panic, I got up to answer it because sometimes it's Jethro's parents who sometimes come by to pick up the girls, or drop off breakfast (because they're totally cool like that). I opened the door, and lo and behold it's two church folks all dressed up. With TRACTS. If there was ever a moment my soul needed saving, it was right then.

The man opened his mouth to give me his "Come-to-our-Church-and-you-will-find-enlighenment,-God,-and-the-cool-people speech, but I interrupted him with one sentence.

"Go away, I'm having sex."

I didn't even wait to see their reactions, I just closed the door.

I tell it like it was funny, but I don't think I can properly relay how NOT amused I was. Who goes around knocking on doors at 10:00 am on Saturday morning? No one normal or considerate as far as I'm concerned.