I'm not hugely fond of people. Therefore, it's not much of a surprise that I despise going anywhere in December.
taking my mother to the doctor in a different town, driving back to her
town, visiting four different stores, and temporarily forgetting where I
parked, I retreated home vowing not to venture out again until
Christmas. A vow which I was gleefully informed that I did not have the authority to make...
In short--December is kicking my butt.
In other news, being the property of a grade A procrastinator is going to put me in the looney bin.
Seriously, there has to be some submissive manual that clearly outlines the proper procedure wherein reminding does not become "nagging," and there's a happy compromise between my idea that things need to be done "right now, (but preferably yesterday)" and his approach that things can be done "a day or two after day after the day after that."
It's funny in print, but it is actually one of my biggest submissive struggles...