Just one quick little venting...

We officially have our living room back! Things got very close to going Very badly--I expect children to behave within certain standards and be punished equally within their age ranges and I was one bad day away from losing my shit on sil and turning her kid over my knee for being a mean little monster. It's kind of sad you know, I love my niece, but she's not turning out to be a very good little person. Which I blame on shoddy parenting. I try not to judge--everyone has their own ways, but holy fucking hell!

Okay, rant out of system and feeling much better now lol.

I read "The Story of M" and was terribly disappointed. Nothing wrong with smut, it can even be kind of fun to read, but was it really necessary to market the book as a tale of growth?

My insurance company sucks--the next time some smarmy man tells me that "whatever is wrong with your car must have happened before [that stupid bitch ran into me]," he's going to get an earful.

I have been horribly lax with my submission and I have little doubt that there's going to be hell to pay. I wasn't trying to be a shit...it just kind of happened...

Alpha is going to have one last go at collecting the money He is owed from the job He did this time last year--it would make one hell of a difference in our lives right about now. Not holding my breath though.

It rained!! That's almost just short of a miracle. It was the first real rain of the year which is just ridiculous.

And all those boxes seem to no longer be stacked neatly in front of my mental door--they seem to be spread dramatically across the room, though still contained--if there's anything I'm good at, it's keeping things locked up, so nothing has escaped yet lol.

Hopefully we now return to the regularly scheduled programming of my crazy ramblings.

Life is a Roller Coaster Ride

So I'm sitting in my living room with about two hours left before sil and monster crash back in. Perfect time for one of those introspective and deep posts right? Except that there are way to many thoughts in my mind. It's getting a bit crowded and the door seems to be blocked by a very large pile of boxes (unlabeled of course. What's with the lack of organization in here?)

Life has been one hell of a roller coaster ride around here and I was hanging in pretty good (haven't puked on anyone, yelled at innocent bystanders, or made a jump for it), until I found out that Alpha has to go back for another round of tests. Well, there goes the happy little bubble of denial!

I have been on my own personal roller coaster of submission too. And eventually I had pushed back long enough to get whipped for it. And I did feel kind of bad because, why fight against something you want and need so bad?? I apologized in the best possible place, you know, that one where everything seemed hazy and unreal except for the shoulder my head was on. And Alpha kind of surprised me--He said it was okay because it kept things interesting. Continuous mindless submission bores Him.
However, I would like to submit a request for a memo to be sent out every time I have gone to far--before the whipping.

Oh, is that what all those verbal warnings about getting my ass back in my place or facing the consequences were? Geez, He should have really labeled them better...

Anyways, I will be continuing to fuel myself with unhealthy amounts of caffeine and hanging on to the scraps of my sanity until this weekend when sil and monster are supposed to be moving to greener pastures.

And then maybe some of those deep and introspective, (possibly somewhat interesting), thoughts will actually make it out of the mess in my head and onto my blog.

Random ranting

Normally when life turns upside down and inside out, my blog does too. This time I just haven't been able to post. And I miss it. Because all the introspective crap I spew? It helps me work through life and submission and my multiple occasional issues. It helps me get the excess thoughts out of my mind which makes a big difference in the quality of my submission--whenever I have to much going on in my mind it's harder for me to get out of my head and just let go.
After a while, my head sounds like a train station and all those multiple thoughts that may have originated as something constructive, become one big mess. And this post will probably reflect that lol.

Focusing on my submission makes me a better sub, it keeps me balanced, and makes the overwhelming mess of our daily life more manageable. And when that focus slips? I get all out of whack.
And Alpha is off kilter with life...and I feel a bit like my grasp on life is slipping. Of course, it's a luxury I don't have--because He's always the one with a sense of optimism and that unshakeable faith that everything is going to be okay. And I don't believe in dropping the ball when it gets thrown at me...Still, optimism doesn't suit me. I'm far more accustomed to sarcasm and cynicism--they fit me so much better lol.

Anyways, rumor has it that sil and child (who is very close to getting turned over my knee for what I believe to be completely unacceptable behavior that I would never tolerate from my own children. That shit's contagious too. I swear it's worse than the flue...) will be moving on to someone else's living room this weekend. That alone will make a huge difference. Our life just isn't compatible with having them here.

So my new focus? Focusfocusfuckingfocus! And get back to where I belong. Then the world will turn right side up again...or at least back to it's normal tilt lol.

Happy Birthday

I could go on about many different things, because I miss venting and musing and reflecting here on a more regular basis...But today is about something else completely.

Today is about you my love. And your birthday is one of my favorite days. Because without it I would not have you in my life. I'm sorry I don't have time for a super well thought out post, or something extra smart and humorous...But I want you to know that I love you with all my heart and I am truly yours forever.

My love

My life

My husband

My Master

Happy Birthday!

                                                                     

I look forward to celebrating it with you until I am to old to be trusted with using an oven to make your cake.

Learning curve

I learned a few things over the past couple of weeks...

Laying on the ground under the stars is Not as enjoyable as it used to be (I'll take my whips and chains with pillow and blanket please).

If Alpha is to sit in the back seat of our car, His feet must be on the dashboard (don't ask).

Insurance companies are not as helpful as their commercials make them out to be (I mean really, is it necessary to have five different people on your case? It's not like any of them actually return calls).

I can dress super fast when standing naked on the side of the road (that was exceptionally mean).

I really hate cheap coffee (what do they put in that shit, mud for color and old grounds for flavor?).

It is possible to hold ones temper when one wants to kill their boss (there really is a limit though...should my ass ever be mentioned again it'll walking off to more poorly paid pastures).

It's damn hard to be submissive in a two bedroom household of six (still waiting for that five bedroom to land in the backyard).

We need a regular date night (everyone wants to say how great my kids are but nobody wants to keep them overnight. Wtf...).

I miss being able to spend enough time in front of my blog to respond to comments (kind of miss my living room too).

And did I mention that I really hate cheap coffee?

Realizations of what we have become

I realized something today while I was browsing back through a couple of the sites I used to read when we first began exploring D/s--we have become that which I thought I could only dream of, something I was sure could only be a fantasy lived by someone other than myself.
The only times we aren't that is when I, for whatever reason, balk and run. Which, I am somewhat ashamed to admit, has been quite a bit lately.

I read something at Castle Realm today, and I realized, that's what Alpha does with me. It is why, sometimes when I check out, and find myself begging for help to come back, that He simply says "then come back to me," while I'm fluttering madly. It's about me making the choice to return because I want to. Not because I am called.

He has shown me that He is not the person I assumed Him to be. I am not the woman I previously believed I was.

There are many wondrous and scary things in this world. Some are both.

And ttwd? It is most definitely both.

Responses

I have been informed that my response times are terrible. You know, the time between when a command is issued and obeyed. I guess that's how I found myself in the kitchen making cookies at 9:45 instead of 9:15 last night...Naturally, that is not the kind of response I want to talk about right now though, lol.

I'm talking about a new and rather disturbing kind of response--where He says something and my body reacts regardless of what my mind is telling me. And it's ridiculously specific too. For instance, I can't cum unless He tells me to. I just friggin can't, no matter how badly I want to. Last night He said "yes." That's a green light to go right? Ummm, no. Because apparently, and very much to my dismay, I can't cum without the word He has been using every time for about six months.

And the other day, we were laying on the couch, not really doing anything, and He told me to relax. I felt my body just...do it.

Now on one hand, I gotta admit, it's all kind of cool. On the other hand? It's quite apparent that I am no longer the person in charge of some of my body's responses. And it's a little bit disturbing. Because, well, it's one thing to know something is possible--it can be another thing completely to actually experience it.