Doing The Deed Without Getting Caught

I smile at my husband as I go to answer the knock on the door.  The babysitter has finally arrived.  I raise my eyebrows at my husband to silently indicate that he should come meet me upstairs.  He gives me a barely perceptible nod in agreement.  I sneak away, knowing that stealthy actions will be my only way to pull this off.  It has been a long time since we have been able to do this.

A few moments later my husband slips into our bedroom.  He quietly closes the door behind him.  The lock clicks into place.  We stare at each other for a minute, unsure where to begin. 

A pair of shorts gets placed on the end of the bed.  A shirt, thrown into a pile.  Socks are strewn everywhere.  I grab a hold of the sheet.  We fall quickly into a rhythm. Flip, left, over.  No, don't put that there. Over there! Yes, yes!  

The time flies by.  The deed is done before I even realize it.  We were able to accomplish it before the children noticed our absence and barged in to interrupt.  A blissful sigh escapes my throat. 

God. It is SO much easier folding laundry (especially the sheets!) with someone else helping.  Next on the list: sneaking the last few scoops of ice cream before the babysitter leaves without getting caught.