First day back to work of the new year. It's very cold for my part of the world and all I want to do is hold my woman and get all nice and warm. I am thinking about it all day at work. 5 o clock finally rolls around and I race home.

I get too the front door and I already hear my middle child (SS5) crying about something. Not an uncommon thing but definitely not fun. I open the door and am greeted to all of my last night's effort spent cleaning the whole living room has been completely undone by my youngest (BS1). A very common thing but still stressing. Also at my feet is the very hyper dog that NEEDS to go for a walk in the cold. My wife is also not super happy because she has been dealing with the kids all day solo, which to this day I find amazing she can do it as much as she does. All of this was expected so doesn't really kill my mood but does put it on hold. I walk the dog. Shower the baby, Wife puts him to sleep at some point. Figure out that SS5 is crying because SD7 said something to set him off. Do general parent things until bed time at 8:30. Bed time goes surprisingly smooth. I finish off with dream land give the older kids water and shut the door to their room.

My time has come.

I go to my wife and speak dirty the way she likes and show her how ready I am. We move to our room and fall upon the bed. I go down first to give her extra attention for a few minutes before finally getting to be with my woman and get all warm.

Bliss...

For about 30 seconds

Then the door is shoved open,I throw myself off of my wife, and SS5 is standing there.

"There's something on my bed annoyin' me." He says in a very business like manner.

"What is it?", My wife asks in the way your partner talks to the kids that sound nice to them but you hear the exhaustion in their voice.

"JUST GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY ROOM, AND THROW WHATEVER IT IS OFF YOUR BED!" I scream inside my head.

"Come with me." He says while gesturing with his finger to follow, again very business like.

My wife follows.

I hope she can return quickly enough but the hopes are dashed and both of our moods are soured and now I sitting on the floor in the kitchen ranting to you after she angerly stormed into our room after saying she wants to be left alone.

Being a parent is just really really fucking hard. I barely wanted to try one kid and I'm pretty sure I only wanted to do that to please my mom, but that's a different post for a different time.

TLDR: I got chocked blocked extremely hard by my step son today, like this may fuck up tomorrow's chances of sex happening. I don't like being a parent.