This is the marriage bed. Not as scary as it seems. Not as difficult as we make it out to be. It is really just a bed that mom and dad share. So much happens here that no one tells you about until you climb in though.
No, not that part. Everyone seems to have an opinion about THAT PART. I mean the secrets part. I have two sisters, but growing up I had one sister. Her and I would tell secrets and whisper and plan and play when we were supposed to be asleep. That’s the part that I’m talking about here.
I never knew how important that whisper time was. When the kids are asleep, my husband and I whisper. We talk about our day, how much we hate and love and then hate again the short guy on Game of Thrones. We make guesses on which kid will be brought home by the cops first. We sneak ice cream we told the kids was all gone. Heck, we’ve even made late night taco runs!
So my advice to you is to keep the marriage bed sacred. Hide the brand name Oreos and for goodness sakes, leave the lights on for THAT PART just once in awhile.