Sir has been traveling. Not a long trip. But while he was away, it feels like there has been a revolt.
From younger, from older, from me!
My kids have intermittently pitched ROYAL fits. It has taken all of the will power I can muster to not loose my patience.
I've had a RUN-IN with my mother and was ... um .... what's just a shade past irate?
I had to sell something large which is a wickedly stressful thing for me. I
Oh, and last night before bed Sir mentioned in passing that well after a decade of a tradition with my kids, his ENTIRE family has magically all decided to do something different, without conversation with ... I don't know ... THE PARENTS!
Where is this going you ask? Well. . .
I slept well last night. Yea!
Sir comes home today. Yea!
I just hung up the phone and told him that I was bitchy and belligerent. I'm clearly in a mood. I KNOW it will pass. I KNOW I will get over it. I KNOW parents will be parents...
...and I have some sympathy because I am one...
...but I need to remember NOT to pull the same shit with my children and their kids when they have them.
I want the comfort of submission. No, it's not comfort. It's...CONTENTMENT. That's the word. I am content, at ease, comfortable - peaceful even - when I am living in that head space. I spent too long being large-and-in-charge. I am sure Sir will make quick order of reasserting his dominance and I will welcome it.