Chasing Me Chasing You

An uncollared submissive struggling through depression, motherhood, and the constant craving of her next orgasm.

Whose really getting the vacation?

Today after work the kids and I are heading to the beach house my parents are renting. It’s just for the weekend. They have been their for the last week sending me torturous pictures of them sitting in lawn chairs with mixed drinks while I’m at work. I am hoping to get through one smut book a few cocktails while my dad chases the kids around.

Sir is staying home with the dog to try and get work done.  It’s terrible, but I’m a little jealous. No kids screaming in your ear at 5:30am. No house full of people to pepper you with questions about life, job, house, etc. And no 3-hour drive with the kids complaining that we aren’t there yet. Why did I agree to this again?

All whining aside it should be a nice time. And considering my Californian sex vacation in October, I can’t really begrudge Sir this break. I’m just trying not to think about work that I should be doing. It will all be here when I get home, so I’ll just focus on my book and drink instead.

I’m not sure about the quality of the internet connection though. So I may be M.I.A. until Monday. I am trying to sort out a Sinful Sunday post though, so we’ll see. And hopefully I’ll at least be able to post lovely pictures of me relaxing on twitter.

Work day

I will have to fill you all in on our “date” from last night. It diverged a lot from the original plan, but I still had a lovely time. I was just proud of myself for going with the flow. Not long ago that shift would have wrecked me for the entire evening.

But today is all about work. My parents, aunt, two cousins, Sir, and I will be priming the drywall all day. Hopefully with seven of us we can get the kitchen, bathroom, and mudroom primed. Well, six of us. My mom is going to be staining the dresser we are converting into a vanity for the bathroom. And honestly, even though it’s a big space, having six people painting at once could be tight.

So we are moving right along. By us doing the priming we are saving money on labour costs. And we are all hard workers, so it’s nice to be able to put our own elbow grease into it. This is supposed to be our forever home and I want to be a large part of making it perfect.

We are still on track to be in the house by the end of April. Hoping to celebrate Sir’s birthday in our new home.

And don’t worry, I am sure Sir and I will still have enough energy when we get back to enjoy our second night without kids.

These are before pictures. I will probably get pictures from when we are done painting up next week.

Working plastered unpainted bathroom.
This will be the first floor bath.
Working plastered unpainted kitchen
Kitchen extension

This is the area the we ‘took’ from the dining room to make the kitchen larger. You can see the hardwood floor divider is where the wall used to be. The new wall divides this and the new bathroom.

Working plastered unpainted kitchen
New and old pieces of kitchen.

This also shows the add on space. The door on the right will be a pocket door that goes out into the mudroom.

Working plastered unpainted fireplace
The opposite wall of the kitchen with the new cut out to the living room

The hole on the left is what mom and I opened up. We have a new mantle for the fireplace that will be made from a barn beam from the farm.

Working plastered unpainted laundry room
The new mudroom space

This used to be a half bath. Now it will extend the mudroom space so our washer and dryer can be on the first floor.

Working plastered unpainted entry way
The entry way looking from the kitchen

You can kind of see it looking at the floor, but this walkway used to be much narrower. This will help open the kitchen up to front door and bring in a lot more light.

Needless to say, I’m excited. I just wish we could move in tomorrow. Instead I’ll get a work out painting and ruin it with pizza for lunch.

PC Conversations for the Holidays

Sir and I are not ashamed of our BDSM lifestyle choice. However, that does not mean that we advertise it, especially at family gatherings. I find this harder than Sir. When aunt so-and-so asks what I am up to, I cannot talk about this blog, this great new tumblr I found, or my new butt plug. Sir can always talk about work, but I have little to deflect to.

So I focus on the kids and their new funny sayings. My iPad comes out to show off the baby’s smiles and the toddler’s new dance moves; after I make sure that all the dirty pictures are deleted. I spend my time avoiding questions. I always have a respectable book going and I keep my dirty reads on the kindle. My day collar looks like a fancy chain, and no one seems to question the fact that it doesn’t come off. Sir and I have code words and polite pet names for each other so he can order me around without raising alarm. I don’t think him screaming ‘cunt’ across the living room when he wants a drink refill would go over well with grandma. It becomes like a game, which at least makes it a little fun since we never have private time with the family around. But I try to focus on the children to keep busy.
So, I look like some deranged helicopter parent, which, I guess is better than a sexual deviant. And I certainly wouldn’t want to answer the barrage of questions that would accompany that kind of revelation. At least, most of me doesn’t. There is a tiny sliver that would love to see the faces of my extended family hearing about our amazing bondage sex. Though, the emergency room is more than ten miles from the house, so maybe inciting heart attacks is not the best plan.
Cute pictures and kids crafts it is then.