I insisted he get the Zoo showbag, and now he thinks I'm the best wife on the planet bahaha.Sadly, we didn't get to see everything we wanted to, we just ran out of time. But that's good I suppose. You should always leave the party while you're still having fun!
We went and got Isis and gave Bec her showbag as a thank you. We hung out for a while to be polite, and so Bec and Chris could have just one more cuddle with the owlet... even though my boobs had started leaking through my clothing on the bus *facepalm* and all I really wanted to do was get home. Eventually we got home, woke the baby, fed, changed, played, back to bed and then we're in the shower and Obi's talking about the perfect way to end such a perfect day. Part of me was all "Yeah let's go!" but most of me was "The perfect way to end my day is with a good night sleep" haha I'm so old. I didn't want to be that old lady though so I woke myself up and you don't need the details.
But, sometimes it's hard to focus during sex, no matter how good it is. And after you have a brat your body works against you, in an effort to stop you falling pregnant again too soon to give your baby a better chance to survive. To combat this, I use my strongest sexual organ - my brain. I can damn near fantasize myself to orgasm, which is probably why the lack of physical stuff when we were LD wasn't such a huge concern for me. But it's hard to focus when you're tired, so the next thing I know Lizard man is walking into our foreplay session and getting all gay with my husband. (For the record, no, I'm not attracted to Lizard man in the slightest. And he's married so I assume he's straight.) Of course I told Obi all about these images in conspiratorial don't-wake-the-baby whispers because it was good for a laugh.
He's used to that shit anyway. This other time I hear a cat's bell outside the window and suddenly my mind put us in Santa's sleigh. It makes for good impromptu role play and a laugh if nothing else. The last thing sex needs to be is serious right?
I wonder how many pieces the site will make me break my ramble into. I should stop and do something useful. Mmmm, nah.
Sunday was nice but quiet. We got up early to Skype with the in laws and I feel a bit bad for admitting it, but every time we skype I think I like them a little less. Mostly because of the baby talking I assume. I'm getting better on that front. Even I do it to some extent now because it makes her smile. But my mother in law has a god-awful accent to begin with and she puts on this high-pitch that just... uhhhhh I can't take it. Additionally, nothing of worth is ever really discussed. I mean, there's no depth. I don't care what the weather is like, and I've been there in May before. You can tell me it's going to be warm and sunny with hardly any rain all you like, and that wont make it true. And it doesn't matter. It could be the shittest weather anyway and we'd still go, so why are we repeatedly having this conversation?
We get the run down on each other's weeks, and what MIL's bowels are doing
but it's all surface stuff. You went to church, that's great. Well tell me what happened, tell me how you felt, tell me a funny story someone shared with you. You did the grocery shopping yesterday? That's nice. Did you bump into someone we know? Is there a funny story to go with this? I don't want a play-by-play of your life I want to heard about experiences and share those moments... am I making sense?I need to start making a list of questions to help direct the conversation or something. But yeah, I'm always pretty insistent that we go through the skype anyway. I don't need his people blaming me for the decay of their relationships with him.
After that he decided that our weekend wouldn't be complete without the new simcity, but nothing local was open, he'd have to go into the city. I didn't want to go, but I knew it would be best for the baby. She likes to leave the house at least once every day. Suddenly he was volunteering to take her out by himself. It was a freaking dream come true!
I felt a bit... I don't know... almost angry? with the whole Easter thing. I've been Wiccan over a decade, but people still feel the need to ask me what our plans are or worse, if the Easter bunny was good to Isis. Dude, she's four months old. She doesn't care about the Easter bunny and if I have my way it'll be a few years yet before she knows what Chocolate is. When we celebrate holidays with our children, they will be for things we actually believe in. Not for commercialism, gluttony and greed. *sips tea. I think this milk is on its way out :/ *
I mean I don't at all judge people who observe holidays that don't mean anything to them, like my oldest sister Angie, she will take any given opportunity to express how stupid she thinks religion is, to the point of being pretty disrespectful/offensive yet she goes all out on Christmas and Easter for her kids because they like receiving stuff. Honey, I love your kids but they are spoilt, demanding and selfish (excepting for the eldest girl). Kids like that look forward to holidays because they get stuff. The way I was raised was to look forward to giving stuff, to seeing family we hadn't seen for a while, to sharing good food and laughs. It was about remembering the good things in life and being grateful. And it was about going to church, as much as I hated that bit! It wasn't about gorging on junk food because we knew the next time we'd get junk would be Christmas, so we made those eggs last. It was a primitive exercise in budgeting lol
I don't know, maybe I'm weird. But I want meaning in my life. I try to live honestly, thoughtfully and in the moment. I try to nurture that connection to... something greater than me and my base desires. And I want that for my kids too. This ramble isn't making any sense.
Always a pleasure reading your blogs