My wife really wanted me to sell my motorbike when my son was born. As a new dad I totally understood why and that I needed to be pulling my fair share of the parenting duties but an early morning weekend blast was my ‘me time’ the issue being sneaking off quite ly was completely out of the question given the fire breathing race pipes I had making more noise than all four horsemen of the apocalypse learning to play drums and bagpipes.
The mountain bike replaced the motorbike and it’s a given that I sneak out the house at 0600 and am back in time to be happy daddy during the day.
It gets easier as the kids get a bit older.