My wife Jenny and I had just welcomed our third child into the world and, to say the least, our time to get busy was strained.

I suppose we’d fallen into those familiar cock-blockers that afflict any new parent: kids knocking on the door, wanting to crawl into our bed, feedings in the middle of the night. We had to invent new ways to keep the kink alive in our lives, usually in a constrained window of time.

After a particularly trying week at my wealth management firm and our two older kids throwing up all over the house with a stomach bug, Jenny’s stress level was through the roof, and I was reaching for the nearest bottle of whiskey to numb my senses. So I decided we should get away for a night. The next Friday evening, my mom took the kids and Jenny and I snuck off like we used to in college.