Just What Are We Making Here

To keep this post simple, I'll start with a couple things.

First of all, my wife wants to have a GABILLION kids.  I, on the other hand, I'm pretty OK with our current number, which is two.

So, every time Mrs. Stinkoff and I get a little frisky, well I go searching for a condom.  Mrs.  Stinkoff gets dejected at this, I'm about 199% sure she's hoping I will forgo the condom in the heat of the moment.  And from the point on, well let's just say the friskiness just ain't so frisky.  She's dejected because we're not making a baby, and I'm dejected because we're not getting as freaky as we should be at this point.  In other words,  the mood is pretty much gone.  Either way, it's a lose-lose.  She's wanting to make a baby, and I'm wanting to make sweet, sweet nookie, and neither one of us are getting what we want.

We've talked about it (many times), and we've come to the conclusion that we'll NEVER AGREE on this.  I've told her, "Maybe one more kid, but only when we are more financially secure," which is not even close to a reality right now.  Her, on the other hand, she wants them now, and lots of them.  

Any words of wisdom from you guys and gals out there? 

Cameron

What NOT To Do / Say

Cameron from Get the Stink Off  has a very wise tale for us today. Very wise. Cameron is a husband and father of two young children who proclaims himself to be a computer nerd, power napper, fire starter and keeper of the lawn.  Please visit his blog for more sage advice.

Last week, my wife started working a slightly different shift.  Instead of working 9 to 5:30, she is now working 8 to 4:30.  It's worked out really well for both of us, we're actually able to sit down and eat dinner as a family.

Anyway, because she's been having to leave earlier, I've been helping get the kids ready in the morning.  One might even say I'm going above and beyond, even.  It takes me about 40 minutes for me to get showered and dressed, and get the kids dressed and fed.  It takes her about the same amount of time to blow dry her hair.....but I digress.

So as the end of the week approaches, I noticed the wife is extraordinarily cranky.  She is  being short with the kids and myself.  At this point, I'm a little upset because I've been busting my hump all week helping get everybody ready to go, besides doing all the normal household work.  So I finally asked my wife, "Are you still taking your meds, because you've been a crank-*#s all week?"  Surprisingly, she did NOT become pleasant immediately following that remark. 

This is the first, of possibly many, lessons in what not to do / say.

Cameron

I Don't Get It

Today we have a new Male Blogger at Venus.  Cameron from Get the Stink Off is often funny and always real.  He is a husband and father of two young children who proclaims himself to be a computer nerd, power napper, fire starter (anyone else scared by that one?) and keeper of the lawn.  I'm not sure what else he might be but I look forward to finding out. Please make him welcome with his first post, his take on signals and then head over to his blog for his take on everything else.

I think I can speak for most men when I say, "We don't get hints.  Not even a little bit."

For example:

Perhaps the wife is feeling frisky, and she wants us to retire to the bedroom to have a little fun.  She might sit down next to me, and twirl her hair, maybe put her hand on my leg. 

My response: What's up?

Wife: Oh....nothing.

From that point maybe she'll turn and sit on top of me, straddling me and giving me a passionate kiss.

Me: I can't see the Tv.

Wife:  Sooooorrrrryyyy....I just wanted to love on you.

Now, the easy fix to this dilemma, in my opinion, is for my wife to simply say, "Hey, let's go do it!"  I'd be all, "Let's go...what are you waiting for?"  But she'll never say that, and I suspect most of you women won't either.

Why not?  My thinking is, if you want something, just be blunt.  Us men, we are WAY too stupid for hints and innuendos.  We need it told to us, very slowly, using small words.

Cameron