Are you bored with life?
Then throw yourself into some work you believe in with all your heart; live for it, die for it, and you will find happiness that you had thought could never be yours.
~ Dale Carnegie
Dale captures my feelings of service submission perfectly. It is my passion to be of service to Beloved, to my family, to my household, to my friends, to my community. My rewards are the smiles and appreciation, a full house of love and laughter, and general improvement in our quality of life.
It does require submission though. There are plenty of days when I'd rather do XYZ. It's knowing that ABC are expected, required, appreciated that helps me get through each day. When Beloved gives specific tasks for LMN, I look forward to wowing him when he gets home in the evening. The smile, the kisses, the praise is enough to send this pixie dancing with delight.
That has become the new pattern. Since limiting my regular chores, Beloved has given me time to do other tasks that get neglected otherwise. I am beginning to understand his wisdom in the decision to make me STOP cleaning. I organized the silverware drawer, got work done on the garden, and cleared the foyer. I'm hoping to get things like organizing the library and the cubby in the basement soon, too...although those will be good rainy day or winter tasks...
So simple, so easy, so submissive. I'm grateful for my collar!
Monday, September 29, 2008
Friday, September 26, 2008
Isn't it ironic...
Beloved has actually FORBIDDEN me to clean the house.
Okay...lemme backtrack a bit. Yesterday, I had a meltdown. *wry smile* Yeah, I have them a lot, don't I?
For the last week, I have been running Boy hard in the mornings in the hopes that he would take a good nap in the afternoons, letting me get some of my own time. It hasn't been working too well...Boy catches a 30 minute nap on the ride home and doesn't go back to sleep, which means I'm going and going and going...
Add to that, I haven't been getting enough sleep, and I'm already edgy.
I always try to do a few chores every day to try to keep up with the house. Grab a few minutes during a video to clean the bathroom, let Boy "help" me wash the kitchen, and the trash HAS to go out every Tuesday, regardless of whateverelse is going on. *shrug* I just don't have the luxury of a DAY I can clean...Boy is not cooperative with that, and I certainly don't expect Beloved to do mundane chores! So, this has been my coping mechanism for two years.
Except, now, we have roommates.
That's supposed to make things easier, right? More people to divide the chores, right?
Our roommates have different habits and don't have children. Leaving everything to one day worked for them in their own place, and they want to continue that pattern now.
On top of that, things pile up in the foyer, in the hallway, around the house. Things I don't know what to do with. Things I don't want responsibility for. Things that others insist on taking care of themselves...later. I can't say I'm not included...I contribute plenty to the STUFF that needs to go somewhere else to be put away. My complaint is when I AM putting stuff away and I get stalled by others' stuff.
Yesterday, we had company coming over after dinner. Naturally, I wanted the first floor at least to look good. I'd done the dusting and cleaned the kitchen thoroughly on Wednesday. My plan for Thursday was to come home from playgroup with Boy and take care of the first floor bathroom as well as the sweep/mop of the floors, and make dinner..
I got home, and Mylie had checked off the bathroom. Awesome! One less thing I had to do! I got Boy done for a nap, got dinner started, and had to pee. The bathroom had bits of toliet paper on the floor (remember, Boy is not quite two...he is potty training and likes toliet paper), hair stuck on the side of the sink, and just wasn't DONE the way I would have done it.
Following the request of her Master, I directed my concern to alder rather than her. He said he'd talk to her about it. Fine. I also asked what was to be done with their bags in the hallway, as Beloved had specifically asked me that the hallway be cleared. Instead of a direct "put them here" I was told to leave them for later. Okay...I was frustrated, but okay.
I started working on the sweeping just as Boy woke up. He was in a whining/tantruming mood. It grated on my frayed nerves. Company was coming in two hours, Beloved would be home in an hour, and NOTHING was done to perfection. (oh, I'm pmsing, too.) I put Boy on my bed, dragged the camping gear into the attic, get scratched on nails Beloved had left exposed for two years, and broke down.
I yelled a Boy, picking him up and putting him in front of the television. I called Beloved and said I just couldn't do it and I was going to cancel the gathering...he said not to, so I yelled at him. I cried and screamed that I wasn't getting help, that I couldn't do it all, that I just want some time to myself...!
Beloved told me to calm down, he was on his way home, everything would be fine... Beloved's mother arrived about the same time and distracted Boy, and I think Mylie had gotten scolded because she did a quick redo of the bathroom before disappearing again. Halder called me and began saying we should revisit the chores, that I didn't have to worry about all of it...
I broke into tears again and said I would talk about it later. I escaped to the bedroom and cried. I felt worthless, bratty, and like a complete failure. Beloved works and provides for us, and "all" I have to do is take care of Boy and the house. (Yes, I know that's not a small job, but 1950s wives make it look so fucking easy!) I can't keep my side of the bargin, I can't stop the meltdowns, I can't take care of anything. I don't deserve Beloved's collar, let alone his patience and praise!
I managed to calm down enough to write an apology to Halder and Mylie as well as Beloved before curling up and crying myself into exhaustion.
Beloved and Halder got home...I guess they'd talked on the phone the whole commute about what to do with the tears at home...and Beloved woke me. There was still enough time to clean up, get dressed, and even eat before our guests arrived...
We played Cranium and had a good time. I laughed and was able to pretend it was all okay. After everyone left and Boy was to bed, I went to finish folding laundry. Beloved, Halder, and Mylie were laughing downstairs. Once again, I was the only one seeing work that had to be done...There was NO WAY I was going downstairs. I didn't want to fall apart again.
Beloved finally came up and noted my sullen demeanor. He talked about the new rules regarding chores. He explained that each couple had different ways of handling chores (duh) and that while he was very happy with how I've been keeping the house, it wasn't working out well for everyone.
So, I've been told to change. I am now ONLY ALLOWED to do six chores a week, not counting cooking and cleaning. If I do cook, I am NOT ALLOWED to take care of the dishes, I'm to just let them pile up in the sink. If the other chores don't get done until the end of the week, I am to ignore them.
Do you have any idea how hard and harsh that is???? Boy and the house are my last responsibilities, and now I'm being told I can't even take care of the house the way I would like to. I feel sick inside.
Okay...lemme backtrack a bit. Yesterday, I had a meltdown. *wry smile* Yeah, I have them a lot, don't I?
For the last week, I have been running Boy hard in the mornings in the hopes that he would take a good nap in the afternoons, letting me get some of my own time. It hasn't been working too well...Boy catches a 30 minute nap on the ride home and doesn't go back to sleep, which means I'm going and going and going...
Add to that, I haven't been getting enough sleep, and I'm already edgy.
I always try to do a few chores every day to try to keep up with the house. Grab a few minutes during a video to clean the bathroom, let Boy "help" me wash the kitchen, and the trash HAS to go out every Tuesday, regardless of whateverelse is going on. *shrug* I just don't have the luxury of a DAY I can clean...Boy is not cooperative with that, and I certainly don't expect Beloved to do mundane chores! So, this has been my coping mechanism for two years.
Except, now, we have roommates.
That's supposed to make things easier, right? More people to divide the chores, right?
Our roommates have different habits and don't have children. Leaving everything to one day worked for them in their own place, and they want to continue that pattern now.
On top of that, things pile up in the foyer, in the hallway, around the house. Things I don't know what to do with. Things I don't want responsibility for. Things that others insist on taking care of themselves...later. I can't say I'm not included...I contribute plenty to the STUFF that needs to go somewhere else to be put away. My complaint is when I AM putting stuff away and I get stalled by others' stuff.
Yesterday, we had company coming over after dinner. Naturally, I wanted the first floor at least to look good. I'd done the dusting and cleaned the kitchen thoroughly on Wednesday. My plan for Thursday was to come home from playgroup with Boy and take care of the first floor bathroom as well as the sweep/mop of the floors, and make dinner..
I got home, and Mylie had checked off the bathroom. Awesome! One less thing I had to do! I got Boy done for a nap, got dinner started, and had to pee. The bathroom had bits of toliet paper on the floor (remember, Boy is not quite two...he is potty training and likes toliet paper), hair stuck on the side of the sink, and just wasn't DONE the way I would have done it.
Following the request of her Master, I directed my concern to alder rather than her. He said he'd talk to her about it. Fine. I also asked what was to be done with their bags in the hallway, as Beloved had specifically asked me that the hallway be cleared. Instead of a direct "put them here" I was told to leave them for later. Okay...I was frustrated, but okay.
I started working on the sweeping just as Boy woke up. He was in a whining/tantruming mood. It grated on my frayed nerves. Company was coming in two hours, Beloved would be home in an hour, and NOTHING was done to perfection. (oh, I'm pmsing, too.) I put Boy on my bed, dragged the camping gear into the attic, get scratched on nails Beloved had left exposed for two years, and broke down.
I yelled a Boy, picking him up and putting him in front of the television. I called Beloved and said I just couldn't do it and I was going to cancel the gathering...he said not to, so I yelled at him. I cried and screamed that I wasn't getting help, that I couldn't do it all, that I just want some time to myself...!
Beloved told me to calm down, he was on his way home, everything would be fine... Beloved's mother arrived about the same time and distracted Boy, and I think Mylie had gotten scolded because she did a quick redo of the bathroom before disappearing again. Halder called me and began saying we should revisit the chores, that I didn't have to worry about all of it...
I broke into tears again and said I would talk about it later. I escaped to the bedroom and cried. I felt worthless, bratty, and like a complete failure. Beloved works and provides for us, and "all" I have to do is take care of Boy and the house. (Yes, I know that's not a small job, but 1950s wives make it look so fucking easy!) I can't keep my side of the bargin, I can't stop the meltdowns, I can't take care of anything. I don't deserve Beloved's collar, let alone his patience and praise!
I managed to calm down enough to write an apology to Halder and Mylie as well as Beloved before curling up and crying myself into exhaustion.
Beloved and Halder got home...I guess they'd talked on the phone the whole commute about what to do with the tears at home...and Beloved woke me. There was still enough time to clean up, get dressed, and even eat before our guests arrived...
We played Cranium and had a good time. I laughed and was able to pretend it was all okay. After everyone left and Boy was to bed, I went to finish folding laundry. Beloved, Halder, and Mylie were laughing downstairs. Once again, I was the only one seeing work that had to be done...There was NO WAY I was going downstairs. I didn't want to fall apart again.
Beloved finally came up and noted my sullen demeanor. He talked about the new rules regarding chores. He explained that each couple had different ways of handling chores (duh) and that while he was very happy with how I've been keeping the house, it wasn't working out well for everyone.
So, I've been told to change. I am now ONLY ALLOWED to do six chores a week, not counting cooking and cleaning. If I do cook, I am NOT ALLOWED to take care of the dishes, I'm to just let them pile up in the sink. If the other chores don't get done until the end of the week, I am to ignore them.
Do you have any idea how hard and harsh that is???? Boy and the house are my last responsibilities, and now I'm being told I can't even take care of the house the way I would like to. I feel sick inside.
Wednesday, September 24, 2008
what's new with me?
Not too much that is terribly exciting. Boy is down for the first nap in over a week, so I thought I'd log in and let people know that
1) I haven't gone totally insane.
2) I haven't sold Boy to the Gypsies (yet)
3) I did survive TENT CAMPING with Boy and Beloved over the weekend (it was a lot of fun, despite the intense lack of sleep)
Probably the most interesting tidbit I can offer is that I...er, the household... will be "interviewing" a houseboy on Saturday. He's older, submissive, and looking to serve (as opposed to sex). I'm already tabulating the chores I've put off and off and off...you know, things like washing the tops of the kitchen cabinets. *shrug* It needs to be done since the cobwebs are showing, but I just always find something BETTER to do, and I don't think Beloved's even noticed. *wry smile* In general, my tolerance for clutter and crud is much lower than anyone else's around here.
Other things on the docket... The Dominates' Only Meeting is next Tuesday. There are 12 Dom/mes planning on attending. I'm getting a little nervous about getting the house in order, but hey...if things work out with the houseboy, maybe I'll conscript him for a few hours early Tuesday.
Beloved and I have also been invited to a formal bdsm gala, complete with a service dinner and play party afterwards. To say I have butterflies in my stomach is an understatement! I haven't played with Beloved, let alone in public, in months now. It's all been a focus on service. I'm sure it will be fun, and I'm thrilled and flattered to have gotten the invitation. My focus will be showing off for Beloved...from there, the rest should come naturally.
1) I haven't gone totally insane.
2) I haven't sold Boy to the Gypsies (yet)
3) I did survive TENT CAMPING with Boy and Beloved over the weekend (it was a lot of fun, despite the intense lack of sleep)
Probably the most interesting tidbit I can offer is that I...er, the household... will be "interviewing" a houseboy on Saturday. He's older, submissive, and looking to serve (as opposed to sex). I'm already tabulating the chores I've put off and off and off...you know, things like washing the tops of the kitchen cabinets. *shrug* It needs to be done since the cobwebs are showing, but I just always find something BETTER to do, and I don't think Beloved's even noticed. *wry smile* In general, my tolerance for clutter and crud is much lower than anyone else's around here.
Other things on the docket... The Dominates' Only Meeting is next Tuesday. There are 12 Dom/mes planning on attending. I'm getting a little nervous about getting the house in order, but hey...if things work out with the houseboy, maybe I'll conscript him for a few hours early Tuesday.
Beloved and I have also been invited to a formal bdsm gala, complete with a service dinner and play party afterwards. To say I have butterflies in my stomach is an understatement! I haven't played with Beloved, let alone in public, in months now. It's all been a focus on service. I'm sure it will be fun, and I'm thrilled and flattered to have gotten the invitation. My focus will be showing off for Beloved...from there, the rest should come naturally.
Thursday, September 18, 2008
Mommahood Challenged
I wish I had something interesting to write. Instead, I'm writing to whine. You can pretty much just ignore the post, because I know it's just a stage and it's normal and that I am loved...but I just wanna get it off my chest.
Boy is just about two years old. He's smart, he's inquisitive, he's talkative and understands even more, and he is willful and stubborn. *sigh* The T. Twos have hit.
On the one hand it's Terrific Twos, because he's learning so much. We play with trucks and trains and draw pictures (the favorite right now is series of parallel lines). We read books and try on costume hats. He helps with small chores around the house (he's in charge of feeding the cats and fish as well as picking up toys). It's awesome and Beloved and I have been so encouraged, we've actually considered a second child reasonably seriously.
On the other hand, it's Terrible Twos, because anything that isn't his way is a fight. It takes a half hour to get boy dressed, either because he's picking out a shirt or because you have to wrestle him into a shirt he doesn't want. We can't get out of the house on time ever because it's a fight to get shoes on and then another fight about getting in the car. Nap and bedtimes are fights, even though I've tried to keep him on schedule. I'm relieved that we haven't filled out paperwork for insurance and assume we aren't pregnant.
I'm tired of feeling guilty for planning to go out and having the constant power-struggle exhaust my enthusiasm for the adventure out. All I want to do is to take a vacation from being a Momma. A few days to immerse myself in selfish sleep and adult activities and come home and have Boy run to me and hug me the way he does with Dada. All I want is to know that Boy loves me, too.
Boy is just about two years old. He's smart, he's inquisitive, he's talkative and understands even more, and he is willful and stubborn. *sigh* The T. Twos have hit.
On the one hand it's Terrific Twos, because he's learning so much. We play with trucks and trains and draw pictures (the favorite right now is series of parallel lines). We read books and try on costume hats. He helps with small chores around the house (he's in charge of feeding the cats and fish as well as picking up toys). It's awesome and Beloved and I have been so encouraged, we've actually considered a second child reasonably seriously.
On the other hand, it's Terrible Twos, because anything that isn't his way is a fight. It takes a half hour to get boy dressed, either because he's picking out a shirt or because you have to wrestle him into a shirt he doesn't want. We can't get out of the house on time ever because it's a fight to get shoes on and then another fight about getting in the car. Nap and bedtimes are fights, even though I've tried to keep him on schedule. I'm relieved that we haven't filled out paperwork for insurance and assume we aren't pregnant.
I'm tired of feeling guilty for planning to go out and having the constant power-struggle exhaust my enthusiasm for the adventure out. All I want to do is to take a vacation from being a Momma. A few days to immerse myself in selfish sleep and adult activities and come home and have Boy run to me and hug me the way he does with Dada. All I want is to know that Boy loves me, too.
Friday, September 12, 2008
Business Trip irritations
Beloved goes on business trips. It's just a part of the job at this point (I still think it's pretty cool that the company taps him for representation though). I am beginning to settle into it and Boy is even seeming to understand that Papa goes on an airplane and will be gone for a little while. We look at a lot of photos of Papa and are starting to count days...although I don't think Boy really understands what a "day" is yet.
The irritation comes in with my efforts to DO things for Beloved while he is gone. This time, it's finishing the bathroom. Other projects included things like the library, major car maintenance, etc. I love knowing that I can offer such services and make homecoming all the better for him!
At the same time...*sigh* I'm too ambitious. That's the basic issue. I DID finish the bathroom and took care of several little tasks Beloved ask for. I also got some help and have the carpentry work DONE on the front porch. I did NOT organize the tools, get the broken windows taken care of, return some tools to a friend, or get books up in the library.
Beloved is due home in 24 hours, and I'm wondering how I can squeeze MORE into the last day I have and get the house clean....
*wry smile* anyone have a sledge hammer handy? I think this girl needs some sense knocked into her!
The irritation comes in with my efforts to DO things for Beloved while he is gone. This time, it's finishing the bathroom. Other projects included things like the library, major car maintenance, etc. I love knowing that I can offer such services and make homecoming all the better for him!
At the same time...*sigh* I'm too ambitious. That's the basic issue. I DID finish the bathroom and took care of several little tasks Beloved ask for. I also got some help and have the carpentry work DONE on the front porch. I did NOT organize the tools, get the broken windows taken care of, return some tools to a friend, or get books up in the library.
Beloved is due home in 24 hours, and I'm wondering how I can squeeze MORE into the last day I have and get the house clean....
*wry smile* anyone have a sledge hammer handy? I think this girl needs some sense knocked into her!
Wednesday, September 10, 2008
Enneagram
Helpers are warm, concerned, nurturing, and sensitive to other people's needs.
How to Get Along with Me
* Tell me that you appreciate me. Be specific.
* Share fun times with me.
* Take an interest in my problems, even if I try to focus on yours.
* Let me know that I am important and special to you.
* Be gentle if you decide to criticize me.
In Intimate Relationships
* Reassure me that I am interesting to you.
* Reassure me often that you love me.
* Tell me I'm attractive and that you're glad to be seen with me.
What I Like About Being a TWO
* being able to relate easily to people and to make friends
* knowing what people need and being able to make their lives better
* being generous, caring, and warm
* being sensitive to and perceptive about others' feelings
* being enthusiastic and fun-loving, and having a good sense of humor
What's Hard About Being a TWO
* not being able to say no
* having low self-esteem
* feeling drained from overdoing for others
* not doing things I really like to do for myself for fear of being selfish
* criticizing myself for not feeling as loving as I think I should
* being upset that others don't tune in to me as much as I tune in to them
* working so hard to be tactful and considerate that I suppress my real feelings
TWOs as Parents
* are good listeners, love their children unconditionally
* warm and encouraging (or suffer guilt if they aren't)
* are often playful with their children
* wonder: "Am I doing it right?" "Am I giving enough?"
Sometimes when I take these silly personality tests, I'm annoyed at how accurate they are. This does describe me pretty well...and covers the underlying draw I have towards submission as well as why it's not working out so well for me...
Tuesday, September 9, 2008
we become what we think.
When the mind is pure, joy follows
like a shadow that never leaves.
~Buddha
It's amazing to me how many enlightened spiritualists have thoughts that lend themselves so well to M/s relationships. I like the gentle reminders that there is peace and joy in submission.
Monday, September 8, 2008
Another week...
So we dropped Beloved off at the airport yesterday...he will be gone for the whole week in order to present his work in Las Vegas. *wry smile* There was plenty of ribbing about what ELSE he might do there. Actually, I am hoping he finds some time to have fun. Penn & Teller do a show out there, or Blue Man Group, or something more burlesque...
I've lined up some help with house projects. Finishing the bathroom, tool organization, maybe getting some other things done. I'm not planning on killing myself the way I did in May, but I do want to wrap some stuff up for Beloved.
I got word that I was accepted for the Submissive Journey Weekend along with Youko. I just have to have some patience for a month until we get our registration packets.
A BIG question has come up, as well. September is the add period for Beloved's company's insurance...we are contemplating it as the next step for a second child. It's a scary thought. What about the hyperemesis? Do I do another C-section or try for the natural birth? How can I pretend I can keep up with Boy while carrying a baby? Am I really ready to return to the sleep deprivation that newborns bring? Another 2-3 YEARS of diapers??? *sigh* Well, we have until the 29th to finish the papers and get them turned in by the 30th.
I've lined up some help with house projects. Finishing the bathroom, tool organization, maybe getting some other things done. I'm not planning on killing myself the way I did in May, but I do want to wrap some stuff up for Beloved.
I got word that I was accepted for the Submissive Journey Weekend along with Youko. I just have to have some patience for a month until we get our registration packets.
A BIG question has come up, as well. September is the add period for Beloved's company's insurance...we are contemplating it as the next step for a second child. It's a scary thought. What about the hyperemesis? Do I do another C-section or try for the natural birth? How can I pretend I can keep up with Boy while carrying a baby? Am I really ready to return to the sleep deprivation that newborns bring? Another 2-3 YEARS of diapers??? *sigh* Well, we have until the 29th to finish the papers and get them turned in by the 30th.
Thursday, September 4, 2008
D.O.M. - Doms-Only Meeting
There is talk of setting up a Doms-Only Meeting. It is really just a night of discussion and camaraderie among inexperienced Tops/Dominants, a chance to how to ask questions without losing the dominant status in front of your bottom/sub, to talk about who trains the trainer, and to discuss things that have come up in play. I'm hoping to get the "oh, geez, you have that problem too?!?!" experience going, although I am also hoping that one or two experienced Dominants will be present to help answer questions...
I would like to be rather strict about the Doms-ONLY part, though. Please leave your {submissive, bottom, toy, pet} at home (or send them out, if you are hosting). If you don't identify as a Dominant or Top, you are probably receiving this because I know you and not your partner. Please share if you think he/she would be interested.
Nothing formal has been set up...no dates, times, etc.... Space is somewhat limited (10-15 participants) at our current host-offer in Aurora, IL so I am merely trying to find out how many are interested in attending at this point. Please let me know...
in service,
pixie mischief
I would like to be rather strict about the Doms-ONLY part, though. Please leave your {submissive, bottom, toy, pet} at home (or send them out, if you are hosting). If you don't identify as a Dominant or Top, you are probably receiving this because I know you and not your partner. Please share if you think he/she would be interested.
Nothing formal has been set up...no dates, times, etc.... Space is somewhat limited (10-15 participants) at our current host-offer in Aurora, IL so I am merely trying to find out how many are interested in attending at this point. Please let me know...
in service,
pixie mischief
Wednesday, September 3, 2008
Long-term
Long term success is not an event...
it is a process that will have peaks and valleys along the way.
~ David Cotrell
There are many ways that quote applies right now. Beloved is going to have a hard week getting ready for a national conference (and week-long business trip) next week. Probably some late nights, high stress, bummer times for us, but it's part of getting to the point of success.
I had a couple of low weeks, ducked out of submission for a while, and I feel like I'm starting all over again, but this time I have a year of experience, good and bad, to work with. Yesterday, I turned in my application for the Submissive Journey Weekend 2009 and I know at least one other person has applied that I know in real life. I'm nervous and excited and it's 8 months away.
Boy has reached the age of "Mine! No!" and the day-to-day of it is weary work. It is a stage we all went through, one that will pass, one that will help establish his sense of self, independence, and uniqueness...but there are going to be tears in the process...mine AND his.
The bathroom shower is back in working order *crosses fingers* after the discovery of a leak on Saturday. One wall has to be remade and the trim...but it's another project we can pretty much check off the list.
Long-term. Years. Up and down, but forward progress. Just can't forget that...you're not STUCK in a valley...you just have to find the right path back up.
it is a process that will have peaks and valleys along the way.
~ David Cotrell
There are many ways that quote applies right now. Beloved is going to have a hard week getting ready for a national conference (and week-long business trip) next week. Probably some late nights, high stress, bummer times for us, but it's part of getting to the point of success.
I had a couple of low weeks, ducked out of submission for a while, and I feel like I'm starting all over again, but this time I have a year of experience, good and bad, to work with. Yesterday, I turned in my application for the Submissive Journey Weekend 2009 and I know at least one other person has applied that I know in real life. I'm nervous and excited and it's 8 months away.
Boy has reached the age of "Mine! No!" and the day-to-day of it is weary work. It is a stage we all went through, one that will pass, one that will help establish his sense of self, independence, and uniqueness...but there are going to be tears in the process...mine AND his.
The bathroom shower is back in working order *crosses fingers* after the discovery of a leak on Saturday. One wall has to be remade and the trim...but it's another project we can pretty much check off the list.
Long-term. Years. Up and down, but forward progress. Just can't forget that...you're not STUCK in a valley...you just have to find the right path back up.
Tuesday, September 2, 2008
Roommates
It seems that everyone wants to know how the roommate thing is working out. It's an odd question to me...In the 13 years of our marriage, Beloved and I have lived "just the two of us" just over 4 years...and THAT is in 3 different pieces. Having roommates is just a part of our lives.
Halder and Mylie are pretty cool to have around. There is a flurry of activity in the morning as we all get ready for our day. The men leave between 8-8:30 am, Mylie heads up to log-in and get to her work, and Boy and I go about our plans for the day. We reconvene in the evenings...6:30-ish or later...and have a sit-down dinner, clean the kitchen up, play games with Boy or each other. Boy goes down at 9 pm and there's an hour or two that the couples break off for our own quiet time before sleep and starting over.
We have a chores list up on the fridge that helps make sure everything is done around the house, and not just by one person. Mylie and I go back and forth on meal preparation. Halder and Mylie have been absolute godsends a few times when they have offered to watch Boy while I catch up on stuff. *shrug* It works out.
I'm certain that there are things Beloved and I do that drive them nuts, and there are a few things about Halder and Mylie that we just don't understand, but so far, none of it has been a problem enough to mention it.
*chuckles* Given the theme of my blog, however, perhaps that isn't quite what you, my dear reader, are so interested in. If it is wild sex and crazy play, I'm afraid you will continue to be disappointed. There has been a lot of teasing, but none of the actual play has crossed over between couples. There haven't been any public punishments and the only nudity has been on casual accident or the fact that I'm still nursing. The D/s is openly talked about and referenced, but it isn't shared.
Maybe part of that has been my own wavering disposition on the subject...or maybe part of that is that our style and their style are different and don't neatly mesh...or maybe it's simply been 17 days and that isn't enough time to develop the comfortability to play. Whichever.
We may be starting up with hosting an event or two soon...in that case, perhaps, you will have more satisfaction from this blog. I'll dangle the carrot a while and see.
Halder and Mylie are pretty cool to have around. There is a flurry of activity in the morning as we all get ready for our day. The men leave between 8-8:30 am, Mylie heads up to log-in and get to her work, and Boy and I go about our plans for the day. We reconvene in the evenings...6:30-ish or later...and have a sit-down dinner, clean the kitchen up, play games with Boy or each other. Boy goes down at 9 pm and there's an hour or two that the couples break off for our own quiet time before sleep and starting over.
We have a chores list up on the fridge that helps make sure everything is done around the house, and not just by one person. Mylie and I go back and forth on meal preparation. Halder and Mylie have been absolute godsends a few times when they have offered to watch Boy while I catch up on stuff. *shrug* It works out.
I'm certain that there are things Beloved and I do that drive them nuts, and there are a few things about Halder and Mylie that we just don't understand, but so far, none of it has been a problem enough to mention it.
*chuckles* Given the theme of my blog, however, perhaps that isn't quite what you, my dear reader, are so interested in. If it is wild sex and crazy play, I'm afraid you will continue to be disappointed. There has been a lot of teasing, but none of the actual play has crossed over between couples. There haven't been any public punishments and the only nudity has been on casual accident or the fact that I'm still nursing. The D/s is openly talked about and referenced, but it isn't shared.
Maybe part of that has been my own wavering disposition on the subject...or maybe part of that is that our style and their style are different and don't neatly mesh...or maybe it's simply been 17 days and that isn't enough time to develop the comfortability to play. Whichever.
We may be starting up with hosting an event or two soon...in that case, perhaps, you will have more satisfaction from this blog. I'll dangle the carrot a while and see.
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