Accept that perfection won’t always be possible.
When I first met my spouse in my early twenties I wanted every night I spent with him to look like the Trey Songz “Neighbors Know My Name” video. Back then, I had time to shave my entire body, pick out a hairstyle I wouldn’t sweat out and strut to the bedroom in five-inch heels. Now he’s lucky if he catches me headscarf free with filled-in eyebrows. In addition, that “knock, knock, knocking on the wall” is usually our daughter requesting a Capri Sun. It’s not to say that motherhood can’t be sexy, but it doesn’t always need to look sexy to feel good. Sometimes “getting in the mood” is simply mind over matter. Just because there are Legos on the floor instead of rose petals and you don’t necessarily look the part, doesn’t mean you can’t feel just as sexy with your partner.