Ever since I really discovered the internet and all its wonders about 7 months ago, it's as if I have another after-hours “partner.” A few months ago, Hybrid Mom e-magazine published an article about the Night-Shift Sisterhood and all the women who work during the “off hours” once the kids are in bed.
It is true. I find so many people "available" for instant communication online after 9pm. I don’t know about the intimacy they share with their spouses or companions, but I certainly have made one man extremely jealous- that is, of my preference for online browsing as opposed to other kinds of “evening browsing.”
Thankfully, I have a wonderful relationship with my husband and our communication is open and frank. He has pointed out that I easily “putter away” (his words) 2-3 hours every night writing articles, reading comments, reviews, posting, sending emails to clients, paying bills, invoicing, etc. I promise that I am not face booking or tweeting about how many cups of coffee I had that day, I am genuinely working.
However, these were the hours that we had “reserved” for us. What happens now is that I arrive to bed (sometimes after he is already asleep,) with bloodshot eyes, aching shoulders, a stiff neck and cramping arthritic hands. Not exactly feeling sexy and “in the mood” for lovemaking!
Problem is that as a WAHM, I get very little accomplished during the day when my toddlers are home. Sneaking in a shower and downing my morning coffee while still hot is a tremendous feat. Most of the work I do that requires communicating with people must be done when they are asleep.
Television, my old night time entertainment, has become a thing of the past. I couldn’t even tell you what the hot, new shows are. I have no clue. Frankly, I couldn’t care less. However, my husband, alone in our giant bed, does amuse himself with his favorite programs.
Being receptive to this feedback and taking immediate action, I have now brought my new "wireless cohort" to bed with us. (Not really a step in the right direction.) This doesn’t quite "cut it" for romantic foreplay or lend itself to a "seductive atmosphere."
(Either does UFC, I argue, but that is another story…)
Help! I am out of answers. Unfortunately, I do eventually have to sleep a few hours at night.
I cannot achieve much at home with kids awake and now feel I need to choose between working and lovemaking each night.
Any solutions come to mind?
Let’s be mature and keep it clean, shall we? Ha, ha, ha!
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