I am not an old prude...

Okay so will someone please help me out here? Why is it that when we women are not in the "mood" we are suddenly treated as though we are an alien by the husband?
Not that I am a s*x freak or anything. Never have been. But here is what happened last night:

My hubby's younger brother left for boot camp. The whole family was emotional. That in itself is a mood killer, (although I must admit I am super proud of him and really wasn't sad).

Anywho, then it was hotter than a fat ladies crotch outside (we are having a heat wave here!) and I spent the few hours of daylight after I got home in the pool with Bean.

Then we ate dinner, cleaned up from dinner, I gave Bean a bath, and got him to bed.

Husband comes upstairs and says he is going to bed. Fine whatever. I was wide awake and not able to go to sleep at that time.

So I browse the net, realize I have to clean out the dogs ears ( the little one has an infection).
Then I remembered to put on my wart cream (I had a nasty little one on my toe frozen yesterday) and placed duct tape, yes duct tape that's what the doc said, on my toe and waddled upstairs.

I put on my comfy jammies, took some Aleve since Flo will be arriving any hour and took my butt to bed.

Husband rolls over trying to get some.

Um, hello??????? I am WHOOPED! I just stuck my hand in our dogs nasty ear, I put CREAM and DUCT tape on my wart, I have cramps and you want some?

Kiss my grits.