The Real Sex and The Suburbs

So remember all that stress I was talking about before due to the 40 hour a week job? Well, the good news is that it's gone. The bad news is it has been replaced with the stress of unemployment.

Yes, I lost my job two weeks ago. That is why I haven't posted on Sex and The Suburbs. There hasn't been all that much sexiness in these here suburbs. Notice I said not that much. Which means there has been some. Because after I cleaned myself up, stopped crying, finally took a shower, and stopped feeling bad for myself, we had some amazing sex.

Because tragedy can really bring you together like that, can't it?

My husband stepped up to the plate and supported me in a way that I wasn't quite sure he was capable of. He took care of the children when I was emotionally unable to. He cooked incredibly delicious meals when I couldn't even brush my hair. And he made me feel sexy when I hadn't changed my clothes in two days.

That is love. That is what marriage is all about.

That is sex and the suburbs.

More to come. Keep sending me stories, because now we can really begin. Now that I am unemployed, I have lots of time to spend on the blog and writing this book that has been slowly forming itself in my head and even more slowly on paper for half a year. Everything happens for a reason, so I am taking this gift I have been given and not taking it for granted. I have learned my lesson in the past and I won't make that mistake ever again.