It’s 10 o’clock on a weekday. We’re spent, exhausted, tapped out, d-o-n-e. We’ve packed lunches, made breakfast, waited for buses, worked all day, shuttled to pre-school and back, taught 300 elementary kids P.E., taught 30 8th graders math online, taken back library books, ran to the post office, made phone calls, remembered birthdays, scheduled appointments, shuffled kids to practices where we are the coach, tutored, practiced piano, made lunch, made dinner, cleaned up, thrown in laundry, worked out, played with the kids, did homework, gave kids baths and put them to bed. We’ve finished our pre-bed routine of making coffee for the next morning, packing more lunches, throwing in more laundry, checking email, writing blog posts and now it’s our time.
But we’re tired. Oh so tired. And spent.
But it’s there. The heat. The desire. The need.
We need that contact. That touch. We need that connection. We need to remember that we’re still WE and not just for them. We want it, we need it, we love it…after all these years and all of this tiredness.
That, my friends, is lust.