To me, birth control is more than just an intervention. It means no pregnancy stretch marks, leaky nursing boobs, or three AM feedings…as long as it works. Don’t get me wrong, I loved being a new mom, but with a toddler running around, the idea of having another is the anti-libido.

Rule #1 in getting your groove back: Make sure you’re covered

Whether it’s pills, shots, plastic or the snippity-snip, know what your mode of baby prevention (unless you’re trying to conceive, TTC) is and have it ready.

And yes, mom, it’s your job to remember this. Accept it and move on.

We’re busy. We’re tired. We’re slightly resentful of the fact that the bulk of parenting seems to be on our shoulders. Plus you didn’t unload the dishwasher.

Moms always have a reason why it’s easier to say no than yes in the bedroom. You’d think all of the modern technology would have lightened our load. We’re not washing laundry, or even dishes, by hand. I rarely even pick fruit off of a tree, much less walk to the market. What drains us so much that we can’t muster up the energy to have sex?

Anyone who knows anything about women is clear on the fact that it’s all in our heads. Where the body may be willing, our minds have checked out. Running ourselves ragged is an accepted lifestyle in mommy land. But no more I say! It’s time to bring sexy back. I’m not saying we walk the playground in high heels and tube tops (cause tube tops were never that sexy). I propose that we make a conscious effort to perceive ourselves as sexual beings enough to actually consider sex a part of our regular lives. Not an inconvenience we need to schedule in.

Ok? Awesome.

Who needs sex with you’ve got food, hugs from the kids, and a long list of blogs to catch up on? You and your marriage that’s who. And you know what the rule is about things you don’t use right? You lose them. So unless you want your vagina to out of your pant leg it’s time to reinstate sex as important as air. Remember when you were in high school?

I totally put sexy time on the back burner after the birth of my first kid. It took about 6 months for me to feel like a complete person. For the moms out there that are in their 6th and 7th year of motherhood, your grace period has come and gone. And consider this, for moms sex is what panties are to Paris Hilton: we can go with or without it. For daddies, it means so much more. You wouldn’t tell your crying newborn, “Just wait! Stop being such a baby.” Same for dudes.

Don’t fill your void with life (sounds dirtier than I meant it. bonus.)