We had "parent sex" yesterday. You know what parent sex is, it's that 3.5 minutes you get in between changing nappies and making food,
where you notice that all of your kids are pretty distracted,
Where you realise it's been almost a month since you banged and are starting to feel like flat mates.
Where your husbands seduction consists of one finger pointing towards the bedroom and the other hand on his dick. Where you position the bed to have one foot against the door because for a loud bunch of kids, yours can be pretty quiet when they're sneaking up on people.
Where no matter how hot it is you chuck the doona on top of yourselves in case someone manages to barge through and catch mummy and daddy doing "yoga" in bed. It's a pretty romantic scene really, listening to Iggle Piggle in the back ground, knowing your days are numbered when you here the add break.
Men are amazing and impressive creatures, by sheer determination, it's inspiring how one can manage to "finish" under such circumstances, us women, aren't always so easy.
All the while gleefully thinking about how much of a sex goddess, vixen you are and how your fella is finally going to stop being an arse for at least a whole day.
Well mine was pretty impressed, even if I just lied there, saggy boobs, baby belly pouch, hairy minge and all, he still thinks I'm amazing.
Some people didn't approve of her post (OF COURSE!), calling her a bad wife for prioritising the children and a bad mother for prioritising her husband.
But mostly people praised Hall for her honesty and shared their own "parent sex" stories.