Warning -- Long Post Ahead

I hope everyone who celebrated Thanksgiving had a good one – and hopefully a spanksgiving, too :)

No such luck here :(.

Ok, Thanksgiving was fine – other than the chicken (no one here likes particularly likes turkey, plus it is just too much for the 5 of us), which took twice as much time to cook than planned for. Apparently, it was frozen inside and no one (uh, me) realized it. So we filled ourselves with mashed potatoes (made by the kidlets following OC’s special recipe), stuffing (from a box, made by me), crescent rolls (from refrigerated tubes), homemade cranberry sauce, gravy (jarred with drippings from the chicken), green and yellow beans (which no one ate but me), an Indo-Pakistani chicken dish (made by and eaten only by DH), and no chicken. By the time the chicken was done, no one was interested. So I just pulled all the meat from the bones and added it to the leftovers in the fridge. Dessert was pumpkin pie or harvest fruit pie (both store bought) with homemade whipped cream and a steamed cranberry pudding with butter cream sauce (made by me at the special request of OC). But it was a good day – no major upsets, everyone working together to fix dinner and then clean up after.

Joining DH in bed later, I did bring up how a spanksgiving would be greatly appreciated by me *sigh* No go. Kids were still up and DH was concerned that they might hear something. I’m not so sure. Our house is pretty solidly built with heavy wood doors. When OC is in her room with the door closed, I can’t even hear her music – until I open her door and discover that she’s headed for early hearing loss. I know when our door is closed and the TV or stereo is on, I certainly cannot hear anything going on in the kids’ rooms, so, unless they were to stand right outside our door with ears pressed to it, I really don’t think they’d hear much of anything. But, DH is the boss, so I didn’t press the point, although I was a wee bit disappointed. We did have some nice sex, however :D

Let’s see, what else to blather on about…

The crock full of lovely wooden kitchen utensils… Here are some pics (taking these upstairs for pics did not go unnoticed – OC sent YC up to “spy” on me)

19 beautiful grape wood kitchen tools – and it’s looking pretty unlikely that any one of them will be used for anything outside of the kitchen *sniffle* When I mentioned my “ooh, new toys” reaction to seeing them on the counter, he looked at me as if I were speaking ancient Greek. It took him a few minutes and then he got it – and was completely noncommittal about the possibility of any of these making it upstairs. It’s not as if we don’t already have plenty of wooden utensils in the kitchen, and of course, not all of these would work as toys, but still…

I’m seriously beginning to think DH is a hopeless case and I’m going to be pretty damn frustrated for the rest of my life. Now that my needs to be dominated and spanked (and anything else ‘fun’) have been faced, accepted, and put out there, they're out and there’s no putting them back – closing those needs and wants back up inside. It’s so not healthy to leave things bottled up and repressed – been there, done that, refuse to do it again. Not sure how I’m going to handle this…

Ok, back to my review of our holiday. Amazingly, we survived 5 days of togetherness without any major eruptions, although there were some heightened tensions for a while on Saturday.

Friday, DH and I were getting ready for some fun, when the housecleaners arrived far earlier than expected. Normally they arrive in the afternoon, but no, Friday they walked through the door at 9.30 am. So we hurriedly dressed, picked up and scurried out the door. We considered shopping, but the traffic around the mall quickly discouraged any thoughts of heading in. Finally, the Chinese buffet was open and we went in for an early lunch. Nothing tasted off, but I don’t think I can eat there anymore. I felt so awful when we got home – cold and shivering with sharp stomach pains. I went to bed. Didn’t eat for over 24 hours – somehow knowing that food is making you feel so awful makes even thought of eating anything really unappealing. Regardless of how icky my stomach was feeling, after a nice warm shower with DH I felt revived enough to have a good time with him. Pretty darn vanilla *sigh*

Saturday, my baby brother flew into town for a business conference. Before we got up and ready to go, we did find time for a quickie – at least for the last week we were back to multiple times, instead of the once every 10 days pattern we’d been experiencing. A quick shower and then out the door. We picked my brother up at the airport, stopping at our favorite gyro place for a late lunch, brought him home for a few hours, including a walk around downtown with a stop at Starbucks for cocoa and cider, then drove into the big city to drop him off at his hotel. Just spent a nice time together. Remember, I’d just seen him a couple of weeks ago in Aspen, but it had been a year since everyone else had seen him. Got to see some cute pics of his 4 kids. They are all growing so fast.

After getting back home, DH mentioned a desire to get some new porn movies. So I did a search on the Internet. There is apparently only ONE store within 10 miles of our home. The only other store in our town that has adult movies is a regional franchise lingerie/toy store, and their movie selection is extremely limited. With my MapQuest directions, DH set out to find the store. Apparently it’s not very obvious to the passerby as DH missed it and had to turn around J He came home with 8 DVDs (6 were in a set). One DVD was especially for me – spankings (DH can be surprisingly thoughtful).

My stomach was still off on Saturday, unfortunately. But weirdly, in a complete turnaround from the nasty chills the night before, I now was roasting, with non-stop sweating. Just another icky thing to deal with. The gyros + hot chocolate kept me full ‘til Sunday morning.

Sunday morning – no fun. Oh well. DH needed to get packed, I needed to get laundry started, so out of bed we got. DH requested that I fix scrambled eggs for breakfast. I knew I wasn’t up to eating them – stomach still off – however that didn’t mean I couldn’t fix them for the family. So following DH’s instructions on how to make scrambled eggs ‘his’ way, I got to cracking *snicker*. YC took on toast duty. I had plain oatmeal and pomegranate seeds – yummy. According to MC the eggs were ‘good, but not as good as Dad’s’. DH thought they tasted just like when he fixes them. Oh well – there’s no pleasing some people (MC). Once we were done eating, it was time to head to the airport – again.

DH had an eventful flight, but did arrive safely in Mexico. He gets back on Friday, just in time for our birthday weekend (me Friday, him Monday). I’ve taken both days off so I’ll have another extra long weekend. I’ve mentioned birthday spankings – again, more demurement from DH. So I’m not holding my breath. He did make a special call to me – gave me a “special assignment” while he’s gone. I’m to review the new DVDs and then share with him the scenes I particularly ‘enjoyed’. Haven’t done it yet – maybe I’ll find some time tomorrow night :)

So that brings us up to date. I really am determined to get something posted everyday this week. Well, maybe not Friday as I’ll be busy changing my hair to blonde (DH’s request), cleaning house, picking DH up from the airport, and celebrating my birthday. I will be sure to let you all know how that goes.

Happy Labor Day

From the lack of activity on this blog, you're probably wondering if I'm even still around...

I am alive, if not exactly well. Not ill, just worn out from work (still hell on earth) and all that exhaustion and stress means not much is happening between DH and me. At least nothing fun and exciting or that's noteworthy. Haven't even been getting online to read other blogs -- a) too exhausted, b) it's too depressing to read about others who are doing well and having fun.

Take this weekend -- 3 days off from work for me and DH (although I did bring a box of home, planning to spend some time on catch up) and 3 days off school for the kids (school started on the 25th). Saturday: got up, did chores, napped while DH and the two older children went to a major league baseball game ("our" team lost), got up, showered, had YC shower, took YC out in DH's convertible to return library books and get a treat from Dairy Queen. DH came home from the game, we had dinner, cuddled a bit while watching TV --- and he fell asleep. No fun Saturday.

Sunday -- did manage to get in a quickie :D Enjoyed it, even without any spanking to speak of. Well, there was a little spanking -- afterwards. DH got it into his head that I hadn't been completely truthful about something. I thought something was done, apparently it wasn't completely, he noticed, pulled out the paddle and lit into me -- hard. Of course, we're both laughing the whole time -- he's spanking, I'm wiggling, giggling and exclaiming "Ow! Ouch! That hurts!" 'til I couldn't take anymore and rolled away. He stopped. I rolled back (so I could get up) and he started in again, saying, "That's not enough, not yet." A few more hard, painful spanks and I moved completely out of his way and got up. Sheeesh. It's been so long that my butt was incredibly sensitive -- lost any toughening up it might have developed.

Spent the rest of the day on chores -- laundry, housecleaning, shopping. Of course, while I did the last, DH napped. We did go out, saw "Tropic Thunder." Not sure how I feel about the movie. It had some very funny parts, but I felt the profanity became excessive at times. I'm not a prude, I swear (lately a lot, what with the way work is), but still.... It's like some of the characters only knew one work -- fuck. And every other word was that, or some version of it. After the movie, we grabbed a bite to eat, had a couple of drinks, then headed home. Because DH napped, he was full of energy, but I'd been up since before 9 am, doing chores and all, and now it was after 1 am... Guess what, I was too tired for anything (see what I mean about being out of sync?), so we cuddled and went to sleep.

Now it's Monday -- before I even woke up, YC was in our bed, snuggling with DH. And she didn't want to leave.... So, once again, nothin' happening here. I got up, got dressed and headed downstairs to work on brunch and finish the laundry. Now it's the afternoon. I should be tackling the box of work I brought home, should be vacuuming, cleaning, etc., but I'd really just like to take a nap. But if I sleep now, I'll have difficulties tonight and it's back to hell, uhhh, work tomorrow morning. There was mention of showering and some fun before bed tonight. Yeah, ok, right, given the way things have been going, I'm not holding my breath.

I hope everyone else has had a good weekend, holiday or not.

Is it Friday yet?

I ask because I haven't had a day off work since Sunday 27 July. And they've almost all been extra long days. I'm exhausted. But it looks like we may be past the major, work-halting problems, so after tomorrow I hopefully will no longer have to arrive early and stay late. VP has been at our facility all week and has more than once expressed his gratitude for all my hard work. He's granted me a couple extra days off -- and I'm hopeful all my hard work will have a positive effect on my review and raise next year.

Anyway, what with all the crazy work hours, there has been absolutely nothing 'fun' going on here -- not since the 28th (I started to write it down and hope to someday finish and post -- it was pretty darn close to perfect). We've gone from 3 to 4 times a week to once every ten days or so.... Ugh. If DH made a move, I wouldn't resist, but I don't know how actively involved I'd be. It's 8:3o and it's all I can do to keep my eyes open now...

Don't know if you've noticed but I've signed onto Twitter and have added it to the right hand column. I may not have time and energy to get a full post on here regularly, but it's easy to find a few moments here and there to "twitter."

Am now waiting for DH to get home with cooking oil so OC can make the brownies we're all craving -- may not be able to stay awake :/ Oh well.

Sleepy & Horny - Oh The Dilemma

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Where's My Spanking?

So here I am snuggled up in bed with my laptop. Yes, DH is home. No, we are not having any fun tonight.

Earlier this evening there had been a definite mention of a good girl spanking. After feeling like crap yesterday, I got up this morning and did all laundry including bath rugs and our comforter; made the bed; dusted the bedroom furniture; cleaned up in the bathroom (DH's side was a mess); cleared away some piles; cleaned up my closet; vacuumed our bedroom, bathroom, bedroom office, upstairs landing, and YC's bedroom. While I worked inside, DH was hard at work outside planting bulbs and raking. Mixed in with all our hard work was constant pushing at the kids to get their assigned chores done. All in all, a tiring day.

While working on dinner, I mentioned to hubby how much work I'd done and the spanking conversation started.

"I'll have to check, and if it's not clean like I like it, you'll get a spanking." Said with a big grin on his face.

"And if it is good, I'll get a good girl spanking." Said with much hope and excitement.

"A good girl spanking? Yeah... and some good sex."

So I'm cleaning up after dinner, doing the last bit of laundry, making sure everything's done, and DH comes upstairs, reclines on the bed to watch TV, and falls asleep. AAAAGGGGGHHHHH.

(I shouldn't complain too much as last night we did have sex -- I was fingered to orgasm, then told to get in position where I received a small spanking before he entered me; it didn't take long for my first orgasm, then another, then he pulled out and entered me anally, where I orgasmed again. And all while I still wasn't feeling 100% well.)

Now I'm going to have to try and collect on the promise, and this is not the first time a spanking has been promised and never received. I just don't seem to be able to get him to understand what it means to me to have him spank me. (Wish I could get him to read some of the other blogs out there...) Just have to keep reminding myself "four day weekend, four day weekend" and hope I get what I need.

A Whole Week Gone!

Can't believe it's been a week since I last posted. I've started a couple of posts, saved the drafts, but haven't finished them.

When DH travels I have a very hard time sleeping -- I usually stay up til the wee hours reading, playing computer games, and/or watching TV. You'd think I could use the time to blog, but that requires too much mental effort at 1am (or later).

Also when he's not here, neither is my inspiration.

The two extra long work days didn't help either (2 hours drive each way, then hours of mostly boring meetings in very uncomfortable chairs). I had to get up an hour earlier than usual each day -- miserable. Then being two days out of the office meant extra tough days Thursday and Friday as I tried, and failed, to get caught up. And by end of day Friday my back was killing me.

Saturday I got up, went to the chiro then came home and cleaned house in preparation for DH coming home. He got home after 9pm and we were both too tired to go out, or have any other fun. Sunday was relaxing, with just a couple of errands to run -- DH spent most of it napping.

So, now it's a new week, and it's going to be even crazier than last week. Tomorrow is end of month, usually a long day, but since it's also the day before physical inventory, there will be even more work. Then Wednesday & Thursday (and possibly Friday) I'm supposed to be at work at 4:30 am (not a typo -- a.m. as in the black before the sun even wakes up morning), and since it's an hour drive to work, I'll be up at 3 and leaving at 3:30. If I'm starting that earlier, I must be getting off early, right? Wrong. I'm in charge of tag control, which means as long as counting is going on, I need to be there controlling tags, and last I heard they don't expect to stop until 6pm. DH will be taking our youngest trick-or-treating (she doesn't understand why mommy can't do it).

I am going to be very close to dead on Saturday.

So, while I may peek in on other blogs, and check my stats here, don't be surprised if another week goes by before I get a spanking related post on here.

Ugh

It's just been one of those weeks. I've felt not quite normal (nasty big red area on my arm from vaccination last week, achy, unfocused - what I like to call fuzzy around the edges). I swear no one would notice if I just crawled into a hole. I sit in a back corner behind high cubicle walls at work and if I don't come out, I never see anyone. So work is ugh this week. And at home -- DH (and, no the "D" does not stand for "dear" or "darling" or any other endearment that starts with D -- use your imagination as to what "D" might stand for this week) has been a bear all week, nothing I or the kids do is right, and he throws tantrums (I know I've mentioned this before). Makes me closed off. And feeling even worse.

So, I've just not felt like blogging this week, but since I know I get visitors daily (new and returning - thank you StatCounter) I wanted to let you all know I've not crawled into a hole (yet). I have been working on some post content (my life history, etc.) but just haven't felt like completing it and posting it. Soon, I promise.