So its happened.
I can now finally emphasise with women.
Well , OK, mothers.
I’m just too busy for sex.
Don’t get me wrong.
I don’t mean I’m not having sex.
All I’m saying is that it wasn’t the way it used to be.
How it used to be…. care free…. exciting…spontaneous.
So what’s the cock blocker?
No not a kid…..
If I had known that I would have to work so hard I would never have accepted it.
Still, we are where we are, as we are fond of saying in Dublin.
So what can I do?
Do I do what mums do, and accept that this is how its going to be?
A lifetime of substandard stolen moments?
Or do I change jobs?
Sex or money?
I do like money.
And I do like sex.
Can’t I have both?
Mums give up good sex for their kids.
How are they able to do it?
Maybe they were never having good sex in the first place?
So it was easy to give up?
But I’m only used to hot sex.
I know what I’m missing.
Now I’m not thinking just of myself.
I’m also thinking of my beloved.
“You need to start taking care of business or else….”
Or else what?
I don’t like the sound of that.
Time to draft that resignation letter!