twenty-two.
I’ve been away so long because I was afraid what I might start to say.
tonight I was in such a good mood that I felt like I was shaking, physically. when it was time for bed, I attempted to spoon benjamin’s large ass. it was awkward, as he is much higher up on his hips when we’re both laying on our sides.
after several attempts to gain comfort, one of my fingertips rested right on the tip of his stomach hairs. he kept flinching at the tickle. I moved again to find comfort… unintentionally resting my hand on his round, womanly ass. just to be a jerk, I slid a finger into his god damn butt-crack. he wasn’t having it. :D
dammit.
it’s the fun like that I miss. I used to piss my nights away doing absolutely nothing, it’s disappointing when my husband, who is my supposed ‘best friend’, can’t even set aside 15 minutes of “let’s be assholes to each other” time. those times truly are what make me enjoy life.
I’m working, I’m teaching a TWO YEAR OLD (! oh christ where has the time gone?) the necessities of life, I’m doing the house-wifey shit, consisting (but not limited to); dishes, sweeping, mopping, vacuuming, dusting, cleaning the bathroom, doing laundry, picking up after the family each evening before bed, organizing the bills, ect, ect.
since I’ve been off my anti-depressants/anti-anxiety medicine, I’ve been more stressed than ever. it’s like I need to take the god damn sedative so I can go into auto-pilot and bullshit my way through life. the only true perks are when I spend time with lydia in the mornings before work, and then in the evenings afterward.
at least I have one muse, some people don’t have any at all.
tonight I was in such a good mood that I felt like I was shaking, physically. when it was time for bed, I attempted to spoon benjamin’s large ass. it was awkward, as he is much higher up on his hips when we’re both laying on our sides.
after several attempts to gain comfort, one of my fingertips rested right on the tip of his stomach hairs. he kept flinching at the tickle. I moved again to find comfort… unintentionally resting my hand on his round, womanly ass. just to be a jerk, I slid a finger into his god damn butt-crack. he wasn’t having it. :D
dammit.
it’s the fun like that I miss. I used to piss my nights away doing absolutely nothing, it’s disappointing when my husband, who is my supposed ‘best friend’, can’t even set aside 15 minutes of “let’s be assholes to each other” time. those times truly are what make me enjoy life.
I’m working, I’m teaching a TWO YEAR OLD (! oh christ where has the time gone?) the necessities of life, I’m doing the house-wifey shit, consisting (but not limited to); dishes, sweeping, mopping, vacuuming, dusting, cleaning the bathroom, doing laundry, picking up after the family each evening before bed, organizing the bills, ect, ect.
since I’ve been off my anti-depressants/anti-anxiety medicine, I’ve been more stressed than ever. it’s like I need to take the god damn sedative so I can go into auto-pilot and bullshit my way through life. the only true perks are when I spend time with lydia in the mornings before work, and then in the evenings afterward.
at least I have one muse, some people don’t have any at all.