The night I got asked to write this article I was lying in bed trying to get my child to go to sleep so that I could go and get laid.
It was past 11pm, and in the other room my lover was pacing the floors in frustration. It was looking like there would be no sex for us that night.
I’d driven an hour and a half for this date, changed appointments around, sacrificed a much-needed nap, and washed my hair. This was not how I’d hoped it would go.
In my plan my child would go to bed at eight, I would then have three hours of hot sex and snuggling, and still get to sleep at a decent enough hour to wake up feeling refreshed the next morning. Of course, as usual, my optimism was completely misled.
Getting laid as a solo parent is SO much work.