Remember all the sex we had in 2012?  You might, if you were reading this blog back then.  It was a banner year that saw us expanding our sexual horizons and trying lots of new things.  We also blogged frequently – almost every day! – and perhaps related, we were having a lot of sex.  In fact, I’d go so far as to say that 2012 saw us having more sex than we ever had before, or since.  In fact, we had so much that we even published a short-lived weekly blog feature called Sunday Scoreboard, in which we kept track of all the shenanigans that took place during the previous week.

The reasons why 2012 was pretty much a non-stop fuckfest are many. For one thing, readership of this very blog was at an all-time high. We interacted more often with our followers on Twitter, and as we learned of new sexual bells and whistles we found ourselves eager to try them out. Essentially, we found ourselves a community, and it influenced our sex life in many wonderful ways. It made us strive for an even better sex life than we already had.

For another thing, our daughter was a toddler. She slept a lot, and when she wasn’t sleeping she was, for lack of a better word, unaware. Does anyone remember the time Jill and I had sex on the living room floor while our daughter was down for a nap, and she woke and wandered into the living room? She was barely two years old, so her discovery of her mother and I in the throes of coitus wasn’t an issue. Now she’s five. She’s ambulatory. She’s vocal. She’s able to process things and talk about them. Should such a thing happen now, it’s going to lead to a discussion. And while we have no problem with the idea of talking about sex with our offspring, giving her a visual presentation of this type when she’s vocal enough to describe it to her kindergarten class is something we’d rather avoid.

Additionally, now that she’s five she’s much more active than she was back then. She’s got a very busy social schedule that includes not only school but also sports and other extracurricular activities. And while this schedule sees her sleeping on the kind of schedule we only fantasized about when she was a baby, she’s not the only one who’s tired. Not only do we drive her to school and all of these activities, but we also cook her meals, play games with her, and do all the other things you’d expect of two devoted parents. We’re fucking exhausted.

Thus the last couple years have seen us having less sex than we did in 2012. Admittedly, it’s still a lot; it’s just less than it was. Neither of us is upset over this. While I could easily stay up until two o’clock in the morning on the average weeknight before my daughter was in school, now it’s simply not an option. One of the most challenging things in life may be finding the right balance between sleep and sex, and I guess we’ve found it.

This week, our daughter is staying with her grandparents. Accordingly, Jill and I have been having sex like rabbits eating carrots laced with Spanish Fly while watching the 24-hour rabbit porn channel. It’s been amazing, and it feels like a return to form of sorts. Admittedly there hasn’t been a lot of variation, and little beyond the basics: Our favorite handful of positions, no fisting, no anal. The things we usually do when our daughter is away because we have unlimited time and no worry of being walked in on have been put aside in favor of much-needed closeness, and it feels great.

We get our daughter back on Sunday. There will be much more sex between now and then, possibly because we know we won’t be able to maintain this breakneck pace much longer. Especially once Christmas break ends on Monday. Perhaps we’re bingeing because we know it’ll slow down once we return to the routine. Still, we’re going to try and see how long we can keep it up.

We hope 2016 brings you everything you desire.  Happy New Year!