Treading Water
I really want to have something bdsm-y and perverted to talk about- but I don’t.
Sometimes it just seems like we’re both just treading water and we’re not even in the same pool. He’s got some high-pressure stuff going on at work so he’s preoccupied, cranky and wants nothing more than a cold beer, a movie and a recliner when he gets home.
I’m.. I dunno what I’m doing. I’m doing my thing, I guess. The kids, the baby, the gym, the house- and giving him what he wants. Space and beer.
Other than the groping, of course. That never stops. ;)
None of that really offers much in the way of blogging material though. How many times can I come here and say “well, today I went to the gym, cleaned the house, cooked dinner and watched the baby”? Boring.
We’re going out of town this weekend though, and then, should everything work out as we’re hoping it does, we might have most of Monday to ourselves with no kids. I don’t even care if we get up to any hinky stuff, I’m just looking forward to having some time with him alone.
We made the very mature decison to not turn the other’s preoccupation into a personal issue. I’m not feeling neglected or forgotten, I’m not positive that the sky is falling and we’re turning into vanilla beans. I’m giving him whatever support I can and not laying my shit at his feet. Likewise, he knows the baby wears me out, along with other things going on here, and he doesn’t harp on me about having to stay up late or not being able to keep the house as clean as I usually do or being too tired to fuck. (srsly. this child exhausts me. I’m starting to think that either Jes needs to find another sitter (which would just break my heart, really) or I need to go have a physical because I shouldn’t be this worn out.)
Anyway, everytime that one of us is “in the mood” and the other cannot, we just give each other a hug and remind each other that this is temporary and that we’re both still full of the desire, even if the opportunities seem few and far between right now.
Unfortunately, as I said earlier, blogging material is pretty lame these days.
But! This is a No Whining Zone. So. Eyes ahead. One of these days, we’ll get up to something juicy.
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Friday February 26th, 2010 12:51pm
Life isn’t always Juicy, and sometimes, that’s nice.
[rq=2250514,0,blog][/rq]RULES? Booooooo.
I feel the same way. I get up, go to work, taxes, taxes and more taxes. Go home, cook, laundry, kids, dogs, fall into bed.
Get up, go to work, taxes, taxes and more taxes. Go home, cook, laundry, kids, dogs, fall into bed.
Get up, go to…….well you see the pattern.
6 days a week, 10 hrs a day minimum.
**Notice there was no mention of Him or sex or anything kinky.***
I am to boring to grow mold.
LOL
Welcome to the real world – you two have kept it at bay for so long that I have been seriously jealous! The good news is that the club of “seriously sexual, but no time or energy” is an ever changing, ever growing club of pretty dynamic folks. It’s also great when it comes roaring back!
is there any way of getting another form of care part-time for the little one, like a few hours at daycare?
i don’t want to offend AT ALL, but has this become a full-time primary care role for you at the moment, or is Jes still putting in her fair share?
i don’t think a check-up can do any harm, even if it puts your mind at ease it’s worth it :)
take it easy, lady
xoxox
oh, I just wanna say that the hairbrush spanking from last Saturday was the first kinky sex we’d had since October 2009….
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sweet baby jesus.. what a drought.
[rq=2251912,1,blog][/rq]And Then, He Left…
We’ll all miss the sexy, kinky stuff, but you manage to make even the daily grind entertaining. We’ll all just wait with baited breath to see what comes out next.
By the way, you don’t need a physical. Believe me, taking care of a little one is WAY more difficult when you’re not twenty something anymore. I don’t think it’s physical, because you seem pretty fit, so was I when my youngest was born (I was 41). I think it might have something to do with not having that little kids mindset.I seemed to have left that back in my early 30′s. Or it could be that babies just suck the energy right out of you and into themselves, by osmosis perhaps? Maybe Jes could get someone else one or two days a week? or for the afternoons? You could split the diffeence.
Yes, I know, I get enthusiastic and my spelling goes to hell in the proverbial hand basket.
Props to you for keeping it together so well.
Yeah, a newly mobile babe will do that to anyone! When my dau first started walking…at nine months, mind you! I was ill-prepared. Nononononoooo! I remember saying that very clearly.
Fast forward to age 3…and i’m still tumbling into bed, very early, exhausted. I know, i’m older, but man! She wears me out!!
I get kinky naughty stuff on Sunday when Sir and i finally, finally, finally get to hook up again. Oh, i have such a wicked surprise for him. Will let you know how it all turns out next week…!
Last time i was unable to write, think, move for ’bout 3 days. 9 hours of bedplay after a 6 year drought…now THAT was exhausting! Andfun. Did i say fun? I had the biggest bruise on my tit from him biting me…mmmmmmmm…enjoy your weekend…i’ll *certainly* be enjoying my Sunday…
nilla
laughing
[rq=2254942,0,blog][/rq]nilla….and notso nilla…
You could always get another babysitter to watch her part of the time so you arent so exhausted. Thats the nice thing about grandkids, (i have 7) you dont HAVE to watch them if you dont want to!
Life is not always just one big kink fest, although we would all like it to be…but don’t you find the idea that you two are so connected, that you both realize what is going on, and you support each other HOTTER than all get out?!!!!!! Sometimes when I read blogs full of nothing but day after day of kink -( and hey I love reading about kink especially since I am not getting any, but that’s another story) I often wonder is this for real? Which is one of the reasons I am addicted to your blog, it is real, sometimes wickedly pussy wetting kinky, sometimes domestically oriented vanilla, sometimes it is just plain old reality – kids, babies, job, housing situations, but it is real! That is what is so intriguing for this voyeur! So keep on bloggin’ and we’ll keep on readin’
Ah, but this:
Anyway, everytime that one of us is “in the mood” and the other cannot, we just give each other a hug and remind each other that this is temporary and that we’re both still full of the desire, even if the opportunities seem few and far between right now.
…is so very inspiring. It might not be kinky, but it’s a hugely important thing to be able to do, and well, is a good reminder of where to focus.
Ni blog. Regards
Enzo
Isn’t it strange how the vanilla world creeps into our kink world all the time? Tee-hee. We all “tread water” from time to time. Just roll with the punches or go with the flow. I believe most things work in cycles. Right now you are in a water treading cycle. Maybe next week or next month you will be in a full blown kink-athon cycle. Hang in there. Given time, everything eventually changes.
[rq=2266719,0,blog][/rq]Are You Watching Me? (3rd and Final Part)
Been there…will be there again, I’m sure.
When Beloved gets into that head space, we say he needs cave time…cause just like a bear, if you don’t leave him alone, you’re going to get seriously fucked up, and not in a nice bdsm way, neither.
And kids ARE exhausting. Trust me, I empathize!
[rq=2272776,0,blog][/rq]When?