So last night Hubs and I were feeling gooooood (now that we have recovered from the flu) and decided to up the ante a bit on the 30-days-to-more-intimacy experiment.

Falling asleep holding hands was a fantastic first step, (and about all we could muster at the time) but now we were both ready to dive right in….. (to the experiment of course!)

And how nice that we were both in the mood. Steve, it’s working already!

So we briefly checked on the kids (who were all sound asleep), and snuck into the bedroom, feeling a bit like two teenagers who were about to do something they aught not to.

And with Pink Martini’s Sympathique playing gently in the background we dove under the covers.

We were in the heat of passion when I heard the unmistakable sound of a small child tapping on the door.

Followed by, “MOMMMMMMMY!”… and in walked M.

F**K!

We quickly disentangled ourselves and I sat up.

Before I could even ask what was wrong, she blurted out, “Pinky’s dead!” (Pinky being M’s goldfish.)

Tears were in full force and I tried to console her as we walked back to her bedroom. Sure enough Pinky was floating belly-up in her little round bowl.

By now Hubs was in the room too. After reassuring M. that Pinky was now swimming around in Goldfish Heaven, he picked up the bowl and made a discrete exit.

Just as I saw him walk across the hall and into the bathroom M. wailed out, “We have to bury Pinky in the garden!”

I called out to Hubs (thank God I hadn’t heard him flush yet), “Sweetie, we have to bury Pinky in the garden.”

I explained to M. that it was really cold and dark outside, and that we would bury Pinky in the daytime. She seemed alright with that but continued to cry herself out. I tucked her up in bed and stayed until she fell back asleep - with her sweet, little tearstained cheeks absolutely breaking my heart.

Meanwhile, Pinky was put in a little, plastic baggy and she now temporarily resides in the freezer between the frozen peas and ice cream.

Hubs and I went back to the bedroom, but the mood was completely gone. So we got snugly and fell asleep holding hands - again!

So much for that “sacred couple time” (with no interruptions). I’m beginning to wonder if Steve actually has kids…

Tags: 30 days to more intimacy, dead goldfish, getting in the habit, pink martini, self magazine, sex article, Steve Pavlina, sympathique

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