Friday, August 21, 2015

Does stress make a noise?

As usual, not enough time for everything. Master and I have managed a few stolen moments. But not many. We're craving kink pretty desperately.
Real. Fucking. Life.
Loves throwing unexpected things in your faces.
So awesome.
We figured with school starting, and Master's new work schedule, things would even out again a bit.
They still might. But there's also extra stuff as Munchkin One broke an arm. I've never had a broken bone, nor has Master (beyond fingers, toes and His collarbone), so this is a completely new thing for all of us. We are working to keep Munchkin One from doing physical activities and encouraging rest, but my goodness, children are not good at keeping an arm elevated above their heart even if they do sit still. Plus there will be (practically) weekly checkups to confirm the bone hasn't shifted out of place inside the cast.
This has killed my anxiety, and since it happened, there hasn't been a day where I haven't felt sick, chewed my cuticles, and wanted to curl up and sleep for the next 2 months.

I need sex and a distraction.

Stop hurting, belly. Go to sleep, Children.


(All in all, good spirits remain. Munchkin One is made of stern stuff.)