'Had a super-sweet Sunday yesterday, being able to spend a couple very languid hours with Cary [while Spencer voluntarily perused his favorite local store], then in the evening having the pleasure of giving a tasty bj to Spencer.
So often lately Cary and I have had to experience "quickies" which are exciting in and among themselves, but the time flies too quickly. Yesterday we could take our time, makes lots of noise, and lay together for a long time after, having conversation on a range of topics while holding and touching each other. It was the drawn-out time I'd needed with him for awhile, and I thanked Spencer profusely for the gift of time alone with Cary.
And not that he asked to be rewarded, but part of showing my appreciation to Spencer entailed a pleasurably mouth-watering bj on the couch.
And I am appreciative to be blessed with these relationships. I've thought not a few times today that even though I can be stressed by a lot of factors, I am truly lucky to be able to experience so much love in my life -- Thank you, Universe!
I'm going to try to wind down now and get some reading in before sleep,
'Night all,
~Pym
Monday, August 30, 2010
Sunday, August 29, 2010
The First Love Part IV
In the last First Love post, George and I had really hit it off in an unusually short time, emotionally and physically. We were instant messaging daily and he was still saying how he was the Luckiest Man in the World, and calling me Princess. It was smittenness at first sight.
Needless to say this wasn't going over all that well with our spouses. Spencer was concerned mainly about how fast we'd become attached. Hillary was concerned because we shouldn't be getting attached at all: they were swingers and it should be all physical. But I think she was going to let this ride for awhile, probably hoping it'd run its course.
An outing was planned for George and Hillary and myself, to go out shopping [he wanted to buy me an outfit, dress me up as his Princess] and go to dinner afterward and maybe more. To me the day was wonderful, and Hillary even joked about how George was taking "his women" out. We did the shopping thing, and went out to dinner, and then discussed plans for the evening.
George just about flipped when his wife gave the go-ahead for the three of us to get a motel room. And I was walking on clouds!
We found a place not too far from either of our homes and all went up to the room. The three of us first lounged in the hot tub, and George gave Hillary the first "attentions" which I thought was only right, since she's his wife. There wasn't any sexual attraction between Hillary and me, so it was all up to George to satisfy us both lol We played around taking some pictures, and I gave George a gift of edible man's briefs which were a crack-up. From there on, most of what I remember is the "attentions" George gave me.
Actually Hillary got a phone call on her cell and sat by the window talking for a bit, but she had to have heard George and me going at it on one of the beds. I was just soaking it all in, pun intended. I asked him to cum inside me so I could feel closer to him and he loved it.
After Hillary's call, we all lay on the bed, George spooning me, and we watched some television. In a while, Hillary was going to have to leave because she had to get up very early in the a.m. for work, and she and George made a decision they'd never allowed themselves to make before: for one of them to be all alone with another partner. She probably later regretted it, because it was that time alone that let George and I really bond.
George took Hillary home and came back to be with me, having made an agreement with her that he wouldn't stay too late. It wasn't to be an all-nighter. When he came back, I was ready for him again, and then the darndest, most-romantic thing happened: a storm hit and the power went out! Now, for bonding purposes, [see practically any romance novel] you can't beat storms and power-outages, with heroes holding heroines in the dark, making love to the thunder, and the hero whispering in the heroine's ear, "I could really develop feelings for you."
In time, we had to yank ourselves back to reality, George had to drive me home and say goodbye, and our night out of a storybook was over.
For all the intense feelings we'd developed, we would only get to see each other a few more times before the incompatibility of our two couples' philosophies would be impossible to overcome.
More in part V.
~Pym
Needless to say this wasn't going over all that well with our spouses. Spencer was concerned mainly about how fast we'd become attached. Hillary was concerned because we shouldn't be getting attached at all: they were swingers and it should be all physical. But I think she was going to let this ride for awhile, probably hoping it'd run its course.
An outing was planned for George and Hillary and myself, to go out shopping [he wanted to buy me an outfit, dress me up as his Princess] and go to dinner afterward and maybe more. To me the day was wonderful, and Hillary even joked about how George was taking "his women" out. We did the shopping thing, and went out to dinner, and then discussed plans for the evening.
George just about flipped when his wife gave the go-ahead for the three of us to get a motel room. And I was walking on clouds!
We found a place not too far from either of our homes and all went up to the room. The three of us first lounged in the hot tub, and George gave Hillary the first "attentions" which I thought was only right, since she's his wife. There wasn't any sexual attraction between Hillary and me, so it was all up to George to satisfy us both lol We played around taking some pictures, and I gave George a gift of edible man's briefs which were a crack-up. From there on, most of what I remember is the "attentions" George gave me.
Actually Hillary got a phone call on her cell and sat by the window talking for a bit, but she had to have heard George and me going at it on one of the beds. I was just soaking it all in, pun intended. I asked him to cum inside me so I could feel closer to him and he loved it.
After Hillary's call, we all lay on the bed, George spooning me, and we watched some television. In a while, Hillary was going to have to leave because she had to get up very early in the a.m. for work, and she and George made a decision they'd never allowed themselves to make before: for one of them to be all alone with another partner. She probably later regretted it, because it was that time alone that let George and I really bond.
George took Hillary home and came back to be with me, having made an agreement with her that he wouldn't stay too late. It wasn't to be an all-nighter. When he came back, I was ready for him again, and then the darndest, most-romantic thing happened: a storm hit and the power went out! Now, for bonding purposes, [see practically any romance novel] you can't beat storms and power-outages, with heroes holding heroines in the dark, making love to the thunder, and the hero whispering in the heroine's ear, "I could really develop feelings for you."
In time, we had to yank ourselves back to reality, George had to drive me home and say goodbye, and our night out of a storybook was over.
For all the intense feelings we'd developed, we would only get to see each other a few more times before the incompatibility of our two couples' philosophies would be impossible to overcome.
More in part V.
~Pym
Wednesday, August 25, 2010
Joyful Domesticity, Really.
To show that we're not always fussing, this is a post of domestic positivity. I've got today off and Spencer and I have enjoyed a morning of yard work, which we both love. Mowing, trimming, raking. And the weather is so beautiful today; finally a break in the heat wave! Now we're doing laundry and will hang that out on the line.
These are the days I love. Dr. Jekyll is here; no sign of Mr. Hyde. This is why we married and made a life together.
And that's basically what I want at this point in my life and our relationship. Sweet, boring nesting, with extra-love from our partner(s).
Compared to some of the hairier times, I call it domestic bliss.
~Pym
These are the days I love. Dr. Jekyll is here; no sign of Mr. Hyde. This is why we married and made a life together.
And that's basically what I want at this point in my life and our relationship. Sweet, boring nesting, with extra-love from our partner(s).
Compared to some of the hairier times, I call it domestic bliss.
~Pym
Sunday, August 22, 2010
Sunday
Almost itching to go in to work today to get some things done. Spencer is home after a 2-day bender at Kip's [I had asked him to stay over there and it did make it a lot less stressful for me, though I missed him]. I'm glad he's home safely now [always on foot, though that doesn't guarantee safety] but he's still pretty whacked out and we've fussed some. I'm hoping he can sleep it off and we can have a quiet dinner this evening.
It shouldn't after all this time, but it always amazes me how changed he is at this alcohol-saturated state. It's like one personality left the house, and a foamy-pod-grown, Invasion of the Body Snatchers, cranky doppelganger comes back, talking non-stop gibberish. I want to keep living with the first guy, but could do with less exposure to the second. Gee, am I in a poly relationship with the different personalities of my husband?
I'd love for him to be able to have more positivity in his life. Not being able to work [for physical reasons as well as that his alcoholism makes him almost unemployable in itself] hits his self esteem hard, which plays right back in to his drinking. I'd love for him to have someone else besides me love him for the good in him, and boost his self-perception. Coming from me, all the support I give him probably seems like I do it "because I have to -- I'm his wife." He needs an outside source to recognize his special qualities and tell him he's a funny, intelligent, sexy guy. But invariably his alcohol use turns off anyone who can get that close.
This cycle of self-loathing, self-medicating, leading to more self-loathing goes on ad infinitum and appears impossible to break. I'm standing at the side of railroad tracks watching a train wreck in slow motion and can't do a thing about it. Except run. I have the choice to do that, but I'm just not ready to give up.
~Pym
It shouldn't after all this time, but it always amazes me how changed he is at this alcohol-saturated state. It's like one personality left the house, and a foamy-pod-grown, Invasion of the Body Snatchers, cranky doppelganger comes back, talking non-stop gibberish. I want to keep living with the first guy, but could do with less exposure to the second. Gee, am I in a poly relationship with the different personalities of my husband?
I'd love for him to be able to have more positivity in his life. Not being able to work [for physical reasons as well as that his alcoholism makes him almost unemployable in itself] hits his self esteem hard, which plays right back in to his drinking. I'd love for him to have someone else besides me love him for the good in him, and boost his self-perception. Coming from me, all the support I give him probably seems like I do it "because I have to -- I'm his wife." He needs an outside source to recognize his special qualities and tell him he's a funny, intelligent, sexy guy. But invariably his alcohol use turns off anyone who can get that close.
This cycle of self-loathing, self-medicating, leading to more self-loathing goes on ad infinitum and appears impossible to break. I'm standing at the side of railroad tracks watching a train wreck in slow motion and can't do a thing about it. Except run. I have the choice to do that, but I'm just not ready to give up.
~Pym
Tuesday, August 17, 2010
Almost Middle Week...
...and I'm pooped! Many changes at work, new duties and challenges, and didn't get much sleep last night, either. Had obligations after work, came home and ate, and am going to have to go to bed.
Thinking of my special friend, Huxley, who's going through some difficulty right now, and I think he needs to cut himself some slack.
I had a wonderful lunch yesterday with Cary...a "quickie" but it was delicious!
Hitting the hay with Spencer and a book now, though the book may not even get cracked open...would rather have sleep.
Must dash,
~Pym
Thinking of my special friend, Huxley, who's going through some difficulty right now, and I think he needs to cut himself some slack.
I had a wonderful lunch yesterday with Cary...a "quickie" but it was delicious!
Hitting the hay with Spencer and a book now, though the book may not even get cracked open...would rather have sleep.
Must dash,
~Pym
Friday, August 13, 2010
The First Love Part III
We left off in The First Love Part II with Spencer and I meeting another couple named George and Hillary. Our first error there, I'd say, was meeting them on a swinging site. That didn't make them or their lifestyle bad, but it should have been an indication that they weren't looking for the same thing(s) we were, and our philosophies on "sharing" were going to be a lot different.
We initially met at a restaurant, and hit it off quite well. They were just a smidge older than us, but were physically attractive, funny and intelligent, and down to earth, with a nice family. And they weren't from the South, which gave us even more in common.
When I met George, I felt an attraction almost right away. He was just so cute, kinda' goofy, and I loved his eyes. He kept saying he loved my hair and was wanting to pet it, and said he'd love to help me wash it. [I hope that didn't mean he thought it needed washing.]
We all talked for quite awhile, had some beers, flirted with each other, and then decided to go back to our place to check on our doggy, who's health wasn't so good and couldn't be left alone too long.
At our place [someone got more beer on the way] we drank and laughed more, and things started to get a bit physical. Actually I thought Spencer and Hillary were ahead of us in that department. I could see them smooching some already. Mostly while that was going on, George and I were snuggling on the couch, and he kept saying "I'm the luckiest man alive" and he'd kiss me and we'd snuggle closer. I'm not sure why we had made that connection, but it definitely was there.
Spencer and Hillary went out onto the balcony [I think for Hillary to try to blow him in the dark out there] while George and I stayed on the couch. I was sure Spencer and Hillary were going to "do it" so I felt justified in moving on with George. Sooo, to Spencer's surprise, when he and Hillary came back into the apartment, George and I were engaged in making love on the living room floor!
Spencer wasn't upset, but was started. Hillary wasn't upset because they're swingers and used to spontaneous sex. George and I on the other hand were feeling much more emotional about the whole thing than we let on. He kept saying how sweet I was, and how next time we got together he'd make sure it was something special, "I promise." We were already smitten with each other though our spouses weren't the wiser.
As it turned out, Spencer and Hillary didn't go very far physically after all [Spencer had drank too much] so it was me who had thrown aside the reins and taken off on my own, with some emotional consequences still to come.
~Pym
We initially met at a restaurant, and hit it off quite well. They were just a smidge older than us, but were physically attractive, funny and intelligent, and down to earth, with a nice family. And they weren't from the South, which gave us even more in common.
When I met George, I felt an attraction almost right away. He was just so cute, kinda' goofy, and I loved his eyes. He kept saying he loved my hair and was wanting to pet it, and said he'd love to help me wash it. [I hope that didn't mean he thought it needed washing.]
We all talked for quite awhile, had some beers, flirted with each other, and then decided to go back to our place to check on our doggy, who's health wasn't so good and couldn't be left alone too long.
At our place [someone got more beer on the way] we drank and laughed more, and things started to get a bit physical. Actually I thought Spencer and Hillary were ahead of us in that department. I could see them smooching some already. Mostly while that was going on, George and I were snuggling on the couch, and he kept saying "I'm the luckiest man alive" and he'd kiss me and we'd snuggle closer. I'm not sure why we had made that connection, but it definitely was there.
Spencer and Hillary went out onto the balcony [I think for Hillary to try to blow him in the dark out there] while George and I stayed on the couch. I was sure Spencer and Hillary were going to "do it" so I felt justified in moving on with George. Sooo, to Spencer's surprise, when he and Hillary came back into the apartment, George and I were engaged in making love on the living room floor!
Spencer wasn't upset, but was started. Hillary wasn't upset because they're swingers and used to spontaneous sex. George and I on the other hand were feeling much more emotional about the whole thing than we let on. He kept saying how sweet I was, and how next time we got together he'd make sure it was something special, "I promise." We were already smitten with each other though our spouses weren't the wiser.
As it turned out, Spencer and Hillary didn't go very far physically after all [Spencer had drank too much] so it was me who had thrown aside the reins and taken off on my own, with some emotional consequences still to come.
~Pym
Wednesday, August 11, 2010
Wednesday Mornin'
After a long weekend, and a personally long day, Spencer and I planned on a bit of "us" time last evening, and it was soo nice! With all the extraneous stuff we deal with day in and day out, we really needed to be intimate with each other and have that closeness. Success! And the bonus was five big Os with the Magic Wand; it was too hot to go for more ;O)
On a slightly different note, I'm trying to get Pym's Escape a little more exposure in the blog world, so if anyone finds it interesting enough to share, please feel free to do so. It may not be as glamorous as folks thing a poly lifestyle to be, but that's because we're real people, with real problems, and real relationships, like everyone else. Polyamory definitely enriches our lives in a loving and spiritual way, but it takes place in the "every day" world.
Best,
~Pym
ps I will get back to telling the tales of our First Loves in poly.
On a slightly different note, I'm trying to get Pym's Escape a little more exposure in the blog world, so if anyone finds it interesting enough to share, please feel free to do so. It may not be as glamorous as folks thing a poly lifestyle to be, but that's because we're real people, with real problems, and real relationships, like everyone else. Polyamory definitely enriches our lives in a loving and spiritual way, but it takes place in the "every day" world.
Best,
~Pym
ps I will get back to telling the tales of our First Loves in poly.
Monday, August 9, 2010
It's Monday
The weekend wasn't too bad; Spencer and I had Saturday together, though he continued his drinking from Friday night, and I got my own six-pack of Miller Chill. We spent the first half of the day sleeping, did some yard work, then some needful errands, came back to the house, cooked a pizza and watched television.
Sunday morning, Spencer slept in, and I nursed a terrible self-inflicted headache from my six-pack. I'm such a dumb-ass, to drink even that much, but at the time, with the lime flavor, they tasted so good. I willed myself to not throw up, slept a little more with ice on my head, was able to manage running a few errands, came back and mowed part of the lawn, and played online.
Spencer went back over to Kip's that afternoon and said he was going to spend the night, so as not to disturb me on a work night. Well, at about 1:30 in the morning he calls twice to say he's on his way home. As I'm now already awake, I watch for him so he won't have to hunt his key. If it weren't so sad, seeing him toddle around the corner, just a-wobbling along, it might have been comical.
After I let him in, we had a typical argument and I tried to go to bed. I made it into bed, but then Spencer had to "talk", which means ramble on. His biggest complaint last night being how much pain his legs are in. [We think he's developed a bad case of sciatica, but can't get to a doc anytime soon.] And how he thinks no one cares, da da da. Even though I can't feel his pain, I do understand that he's in pain. But I can't do anything about it and he doesn't get that. If there was some way for him to earn a couple hundred dollars, we could get him started at a chiropractor. I keep telling him to put ice on his legs, but he refuses because it makes him have to go pee. I'd think he'd take a few extra pisses if it helped him feel better. After our lengthy fussing, he finally left me alone in bed and went to sleep on the couch.
Anyway, this evening, Monday, Spencer is back at Kip's, helping him set up his new computer, and I hope he keeps his word that he won't drink since we have a counseling appointment in the morning.
Either way I'll go, but he needs it just as much as I. And after writing this entry, it's easier to see what a repetitive rut we're in. It could be any Monday in our lives over the past 10 years.
I'd apologize to Dear Reader for the boring content, but I think this is what life is like for most of us. Living, loving, working, bearing crosses, rinsing, and repeating.
'Evening,
~Pym
Sunday morning, Spencer slept in, and I nursed a terrible self-inflicted headache from my six-pack. I'm such a dumb-ass, to drink even that much, but at the time, with the lime flavor, they tasted so good. I willed myself to not throw up, slept a little more with ice on my head, was able to manage running a few errands, came back and mowed part of the lawn, and played online.
Spencer went back over to Kip's that afternoon and said he was going to spend the night, so as not to disturb me on a work night. Well, at about 1:30 in the morning he calls twice to say he's on his way home. As I'm now already awake, I watch for him so he won't have to hunt his key. If it weren't so sad, seeing him toddle around the corner, just a-wobbling along, it might have been comical.
After I let him in, we had a typical argument and I tried to go to bed. I made it into bed, but then Spencer had to "talk", which means ramble on. His biggest complaint last night being how much pain his legs are in. [We think he's developed a bad case of sciatica, but can't get to a doc anytime soon.] And how he thinks no one cares, da da da. Even though I can't feel his pain, I do understand that he's in pain. But I can't do anything about it and he doesn't get that. If there was some way for him to earn a couple hundred dollars, we could get him started at a chiropractor. I keep telling him to put ice on his legs, but he refuses because it makes him have to go pee. I'd think he'd take a few extra pisses if it helped him feel better. After our lengthy fussing, he finally left me alone in bed and went to sleep on the couch.
Anyway, this evening, Monday, Spencer is back at Kip's, helping him set up his new computer, and I hope he keeps his word that he won't drink since we have a counseling appointment in the morning.
Either way I'll go, but he needs it just as much as I. And after writing this entry, it's easier to see what a repetitive rut we're in. It could be any Monday in our lives over the past 10 years.
I'd apologize to Dear Reader for the boring content, but I think this is what life is like for most of us. Living, loving, working, bearing crosses, rinsing, and repeating.
'Evening,
~Pym
Friday, August 6, 2010
Friday Morning
Spencer and I did have a date night last night, but no romantic "action" by mutual consent. We had a great coupon for [another] buffet which was about to expire, so we went out to eat. And I did really well not over-doing it, so I was proud of myself! We went for a walk when we got home, read a little, I chatted online with Cary for a bit, and then read in bed. Spencer and I got some snuggle time in during this, which was quite enjoyable.
The weekend is coming up and the plan is Spencer will hang with Kip tonight, but I'll get him tomorrow; sounds like a custody arrangement! lol We'll have to run errands for family in the morning, but in the afternoon, I'd like to take Spencer to a nearby park, if it's not too hot, to walk around the water and feed the geese and ducks. It's been a great place for me to wind-down when I need it, and I'd like to share it with him.
So far, I've no plans with Cary, but if I get to see him, I'd consider that a wonderful bonus, on top of hopefully getting some close quality time with Spencer.
Must dash,
the day is starting,
~Pym
The weekend is coming up and the plan is Spencer will hang with Kip tonight, but I'll get him tomorrow; sounds like a custody arrangement! lol We'll have to run errands for family in the morning, but in the afternoon, I'd like to take Spencer to a nearby park, if it's not too hot, to walk around the water and feed the geese and ducks. It's been a great place for me to wind-down when I need it, and I'd like to share it with him.
So far, I've no plans with Cary, but if I get to see him, I'd consider that a wonderful bonus, on top of hopefully getting some close quality time with Spencer.
Must dash,
the day is starting,
~Pym
Thursday, August 5, 2010
Kip
Okay, I can see that Kip is going to drive me nuts. I think he's already getting on Spencer's nerves, and they're the ones who are friends.
I realize he just lost his Dad, who he's lived with for years and helped take care of in the last days, but Kip seems to not be able to do anything on his own. He's forty-something, has no job right now, divorced a couple times, and basically driven off any other friends but Spencer and one other childhood friend.
If he gets a bank statement, he calls Spencer. If the bank calls, he calls Spencer. He looks for work, Spencer needs to help him with his application. And just about any other excuse to call Spencer over, because he can't stand to be alone. Then when they do get together, they drink. And drink a lot. All this calling for help has put Spencer in a cranky mood, too. It's something they'll have to work out without me. And Kip is going to have to learn to grow up -- fast.
On another note, I want to spend some personal time with Spencer, but it hasn't seemed to work out lately. The one evening he asked for a bj I couldn't do it [we had a buffet shortly before, and I couldn't move lol] and last night we were hot and tired and a bit cranky from the day, so we both just read in bed. I really want us to treat ourselves to "us" time, with no worries about anyone or anything else.
It'll have to be tonight, because he's already got plans with Kip tomorrow evening.
~Pym
I realize he just lost his Dad, who he's lived with for years and helped take care of in the last days, but Kip seems to not be able to do anything on his own. He's forty-something, has no job right now, divorced a couple times, and basically driven off any other friends but Spencer and one other childhood friend.
If he gets a bank statement, he calls Spencer. If the bank calls, he calls Spencer. He looks for work, Spencer needs to help him with his application. And just about any other excuse to call Spencer over, because he can't stand to be alone. Then when they do get together, they drink. And drink a lot. All this calling for help has put Spencer in a cranky mood, too. It's something they'll have to work out without me. And Kip is going to have to learn to grow up -- fast.
On another note, I want to spend some personal time with Spencer, but it hasn't seemed to work out lately. The one evening he asked for a bj I couldn't do it [we had a buffet shortly before, and I couldn't move lol] and last night we were hot and tired and a bit cranky from the day, so we both just read in bed. I really want us to treat ourselves to "us" time, with no worries about anyone or anything else.
It'll have to be tonight, because he's already got plans with Kip tomorrow evening.
~Pym
Monday, August 2, 2010
Monday
Well, Spencer came home this morning...and left again a short time ago.
Back to Kip's, to watch wrestling [yuk] and drink beer--again. I'm not surprised, and I shouldn't be miffed; it's all par for the course, really. Something I might as well be resigned to. It often feels more like I'm in charge of a teenaged son than have a spouse/partner. We ate dinner together this evening, and watched one hour of a historical drama, but I didn't get to tell him about my day, or yesterday, or...whatever I'd wanted to talk about. Kip calls, "I need to talk to you about something" [yeah, while watching wrestling and downing beers] and off he goes. Harumph, I say, harumph.
I want my own night out, either with Cary, or with a girlfriend. I had promised a great friend at work that I'd treat us both to margaritas if her hubby would drive us to the Mexican restaurant. Gotta save my pennies, but I'm going to do it!
Ole!
~Pym
Back to Kip's, to watch wrestling [yuk] and drink beer--again. I'm not surprised, and I shouldn't be miffed; it's all par for the course, really. Something I might as well be resigned to. It often feels more like I'm in charge of a teenaged son than have a spouse/partner. We ate dinner together this evening, and watched one hour of a historical drama, but I didn't get to tell him about my day, or yesterday, or...whatever I'd wanted to talk about. Kip calls, "I need to talk to you about something" [yeah, while watching wrestling and downing beers] and off he goes. Harumph, I say, harumph.
I want my own night out, either with Cary, or with a girlfriend. I had promised a great friend at work that I'd treat us both to margaritas if her hubby would drive us to the Mexican restaurant. Gotta save my pennies, but I'm going to do it!
Ole!
~Pym
Sunday, August 1, 2010
Sunday Sadness
I've got a sort of sadness this evening I can't seem to shake. I think I'm feeling a bit scared because Spencer is continuing his binge over at Kip's and I was hoping he'd come home today sober. Maybe scared isn't the right word--apprehensive?--but I'm missing him...and when he calls on the phone to check in he sounds so pitifully drunk and anything could happen to him. At least he's not driving. And they are just watching television. I suppose it could be worse.
I did three loads of laundry and should feel accomplished for that, but I don't. I paid one bill online and am worried how we're going to meet the rest. I feel guilty for having taken a nap, and have been eating all afternoon. I just want to shower and go back to bed. Sigh, I sound like such a wet blanket lol.
Sunday Blues I suppose. Growing up, I almost always got depressed on Sundays and often had headaches, in anticipation and worry about school the next day. I do love my job, so that's not the problem here; I look forward to going to work in the mornings. Hmm...I'll have to think of a new name for it...
The Too-Hot Sunday, I Ate Too Much and Think I'm Fat, and I Miss My Man Being Sober, and My Cat is Ignoring Me Blues.
:O)
~Pym
I did three loads of laundry and should feel accomplished for that, but I don't. I paid one bill online and am worried how we're going to meet the rest. I feel guilty for having taken a nap, and have been eating all afternoon. I just want to shower and go back to bed. Sigh, I sound like such a wet blanket lol.
Sunday Blues I suppose. Growing up, I almost always got depressed on Sundays and often had headaches, in anticipation and worry about school the next day. I do love my job, so that's not the problem here; I look forward to going to work in the mornings. Hmm...I'll have to think of a new name for it...
The Too-Hot Sunday, I Ate Too Much and Think I'm Fat, and I Miss My Man Being Sober, and My Cat is Ignoring Me Blues.
:O)
~Pym
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