So I thought I was doing super good with this whole adjustment thing (yes, I know--passing judgement before the first week was up might have been slightly premature).
All it took was his sixth day in a row at work to completely disabuse me of the notion. Add to that the fact that he suggested the possibility of taking his second day off on one of the two days I work next week? Here comes little miss independent with her snarky attitude.
We have been in one of those down cycles lately--lots of life stuff, not so much D/s stuff.
I thought that might make the adjustment to him working full time and then some slightly easier. Uh...No.
In fact, I think it made it somewhat worse. Because now it feels like aeons...
He's up at five, stumbles home after seven, eats, and passes out on the couch. That's not a new turn of events by any means--it's how he lived for years.
But I didn't miss it in the least. And I do miss him. It's the drawback to larger jobs.
Geez, it's been one whole week lol. I had better come up with some way of adapting soon before Little Miss Independent tries to take over like hormones and ruin my month.
Oh yea, hormones...Did I mention they're currently trying to turn me to the dark side?
On the bright side...
I got my fix. So did Little Miss Independent.
Only the best of men will apologize for leaving one with an overwhelming load of projects and two raging children by approving a book shopping spree.