This week has been crazy. First of all, I quit my job so I've been working twice as hard. I know that makes no sense - welcome to the world of the obessive compulsive. I basically tried to finish every single thing that I possibly could so that my about to be former coworkers would say nice things about me. My husband thinks I'm crazy. He's a smart man.
My husband had surgery on his elbow yesterday. The surgery went fine but my mother came down the night before to stay with the kids and we stayed up talking. Then we had to get up at 5:30 to get to the hospital by 6:15am. This morning I was so tired I had a dream about sleeping.
I spent today cleaning my work laptop up of all of the things I don't want my former employer to see. It probably wouldn't be helpful if I worked my ass off all week to finish every single project and then my boss opened my laptop to find all of my blog posts about what an ASS I think he is.
I ALSO spent a large part of today trying to keep the kids from killing each other because my husband was sleeping and the kids were on vacation.
I love Veteran's Day - don't get me wrong - I think it's a very necessary and wonderful holiday. However, I think that ON Veteran's Day, actual Veterans should have the choice of sending their kids to school so they can get some PEACE AND QUIET. (This benefit should also apply to Veteran's wives.)
The comments this week were great. Thank you.
On the post, Coming to a Head:
Love it. Mine is a once-a-weeker, if I'm lucky. I was awoken to a hard one the other night....a few kisses on the neck, getting all hot, and then he rolls over and puts my hand down there. He claimed we'd go again. I naively believed him. It was so fast, slightly pathetic. Talk about needing training, maybe I can use that one on him to increase my. odds of more fun.
Kit: Never believe ANYTHING they say at that point.
On the post, Sex Homework:
dang girl you are lucky! the kids were gone ALL DAY so hip hip horray! i wore a push up bra (for my non-large breasts, so sad) and a tight hip holder, butt lifter whateva, sexy light blue panties. and when i bent down to open the dishwasher, i knew he was staring at my butt, the words on my panties saying "Wanna Enter?" it must be no surprise that we had a ton of oh adult fun :D that day and it's all b/c of your idea! you rock my life Kit! p.s. how in the world do you not have a bazillon kids- constant birthcontrol? love ya~
F- for me. UGH. I wore tights - Hubby's favorite! - and even went out of my way to wear white tights, based on a request he had made a year or so ago. I wore this sexy outfit with the tights to work, because I know that turns him on. And when we got home? Nothing. He "was too tired." FOR TIGHTS! I was beyond frustrated.
signed, Mrs MidAtlantic
Kit: Let's be clear, HE gets the F-. You, my love, get an A for effort.
On the post, I'm a Superstar:
Congratulations, I have a hard time writing about *whispers* the sex thing, so that would never happen to me. Lucky dog! (I also just wrote writhing about instead of writing about, so maybe I could after all, hmm?)
signed, A Vapid Blond
Kit: Writhing is the first step.
On the post, The Art of Negotiation:
you have got to start practicing the BJ as a tease, a warm-up. I guarantee he won't complain.
Kit: I TOTALLY do that!! He says it doesn't count unless it's start to finish that way. He's going to have to learn the "Art of Compromise."
On the post, Ten Things That Have Made Me Laugh Lately:
I'm doing the online dating thing now...and i have more guys than i know what to do with! and they're all amazing! I guess things have changed since the 90s :-P
yay for your last day of work!
Kit: Oh Shaina! It was awful. They matched me with a man who showed up to our first date wearing a black sweatshirt with DKNY across the front in Black lettering. The sweatshirt was tucked into a pair of Black jeans. He wore black high tops. You might think that he was a fashion faux pas - but no - it was his work outfit. He was a re-po man.
I feel for you on #7. I have two kids: the first can't sit still, can't do what she is told, and if we (especially dad) give her a hard time she stands her ground and snaps back. the 2 yo actually causes a lot more trouble and breaks more things, but if you tell him off he will give you his biggest eye fluttering smile and ask in the sweetest tone "I'm not supposed to put marker on the furniture?" and gets away with murder.
we keep reminding ourselves to go easier on #1 and harder on #2, but .... I guess we are just human too
Kit: I end every day promising not to yell, scold, etc. as much the following day. I'm comforted by the fact that my peers compliment my children on their behavior and that my children laugh at me when I threaten to spank them. (Apparently their behavior is being corrected in a way that doesn't frighten them.)
On the post, Sexy:
I think confidence is sexy. (My phone just auto corrected that to sext. WFT ANDROID?!?!)
Also, a man that's not afraid to be vulnerable. Showing affection in public makes me weak in the knees. A hand on my back, or an arm around my shoulder.
Feck, good thing Im seeing the man friend today!
Kit: Sounds like you have a horny Android!
I like the strong silent type.
That way he still leaves you guessing, and you have to work for it.
signed, Lindsay Ann
Kit: I EFFING HATE those guys. Those guys TORTURED me in my 20s. UGH.
On the post, Happy Veteran's Day and THANK YOU:
You married a man in uniform? No wonder you have such a great sex life :)
Kit: Go ARMY!
I'm glad my husband doesn't read your blog, because right now he's happy with "Thank you for your service take out pizza and beer". I'm way too exhausted (and pregnant) for "Thank you for your service sex".
Kit: I spit my coke all over the keyboard when I read this. Awesome. Good luck with the baby!
On the post: G-SPOT, Evolution of a Lover:
Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes.Yes.Yes.YES.YES!
Kit: I'm with you Kim. There is so much possibility for it to be better and better and better that you can't throw up your hands and give up when you stop having 20 year old sex. 20 year old sex would kill you in your 40s. Let it go. 40 year old sex is still pretty fun.
Tomorrow is my last day of work and then I will be officially unemployed for 72 hours. #wineparty anyone?