The simplest way to kill romance with your husband:
Wait until your son is fast asleep.
Enjoy a fabulous meal and glasses of vino with husband.
Thoroughly enjoy that this meal and beverage is without your son's frequent call of " MOMMMMMMY" and "DADDDDDDDDY" which goes on, oh, about 20 times per day and sounds VERY MUCH like Whitney Houston calling "BOBBBBY, BOBBBBBBBBBBY."
Enjoy the vino a little too much and have several additional glasses.
Fail to realize that vino + waking up at 6 am + a long run that day does not equal high energy.
Let vino catch up to you but not before your husband goes to make his move.
As you promenade to your boudoir start singing "Mr. Golden Sun" a toddler song you learned from your son.
Fail to realize that "Mr. Golden Sun" while popular in your son's classroom, is NOT popular with your husband.
Fail to stop singing "Mr. Golden Sun" so your husband exits boudoir to brush his teeth, hoping, you will cease and pronto.
Fall asleep before your husband returns.
I could blame it on the early morning, long run and extra vino but we have had all that before. I blame it on Mr. Golden Sun.
Word to the wise: Singing "Mr. Sun, sun, Mr. Golden Sun, please shine down on me..." = NOT an aphrodisiac.