Where has my HOH gone?

Tim has been working a new job for the last month. After 6 years at the same place, this is a change for our family. He had been searching for a move that would allow him more time with the family. As a DD wife, I am here to say, “my HOH is missing”. He has disappeared from the homefront. This new job, although, not anymore time consuming than his last position, is just as busy. The very small, disobediant part of me, wants to stomp her feet, tell him that I will not behave unless he comes home sooner, and refuse to wash the dishes! However tempting at times this seems, I am sure he would find an hour out of his very busy schedule to deal with that attitude.
I love him so much that it hurts. Sometimes I think I have seperation anxiety from him.
So the boys and I have been doing everything we can think of to keep busy so that we do not realize that he is gone so much. Last night, my older one cried and cried because Daddy wasn’t coming home before bed. It was awful. I was sick, the boys were upset and I just wanted my hubby to be home. :(
Everyday, I hope that his schedule will get a little bit easier. For now though, we are trying to hang in there and push through.

Consider Your Actions

The weekend was lovely.  Friday I chatted with friends and played with the children outside.  The sun was shining and the temperature was in the high fifties.  Saturday morning rolls around and another beautiful day was on its way.  I was fixing breakfast for the family when I remembered that I had forgot to fold the laundry the previous day.  I quickly hurried to the laundry room and pulled the laundry from the dryer.  I began folding and smoothing the clothes, irritated at myself for letting them set and get wrinkles.

I finished hanging and and ironing the clothes and slowing walked into our bedroom to tell Tim that I had forgotten to fold the laundry on Friday.  I was praying he would take it easy on me.  I used to be pretty lax about the laundry, until I asked if we could add it to the rules.  At that point, I became a stickler for perfection. I confessed to Tim my slip-up and he assured me that we needed to discuss this later.  In HoH terms that means: you are going to get a spanking.  I let him know that I understood and apoligized for not folding the laundry. 

I bustled about my Saturday, making sure that I washed, dryed, ironed, and stowed every piece of laundry in the house. I played with the boys, loved on my husband, and kept the house clean as usual.  The day went along well.  The sun was shining, our moods were good. 

Tim took us out to lunch and to the park.

Later that night, I began to get nervous about the upcoming discussion.  As I was getting the boys ready for bed, Tim fell asleep in the chair.  This is not like him, he must have been really tired.  I wasn’t upset. I thought, no big deal. We are adults, we can deal with this in the morning. 

The next morning we woke up and I got the boys situated.  It was again beautiful outside.  I respectfully approached Tim about the discussion that I was fretting about and he said we should go to the bedroom.  I was prepared mentally to accept the discipline I had earned. 

I don’t know exactly what happened, but the punishment was not as severe as I had worked up.  I admit, I should not have worked anything up in my head. I was wrong. Tim is a very smart man and had plenty of time to think through his decsion.  However, I didn’t think this wisely yesterday. :(

Yesterday went along well for quite awhile, but my attitude began to go downhill. (As I write this I am very ashamed of my actions and can barely stomach telling everyone.) Tim tried to nip the behavior in the bud, but unfortunately, this is something that we struggle with. My attitude continued to decline until a severe punishment was in order. Tim had to go to work for about 6 hours, when he returned home, I had made him a card telling him how sorry I was and how much I loved him. We had a really good night.

After the boys were in bed, we talked. My poor decisions were dealt with swiftly and I am a new girl today. I am determined to consider my actions more wisely.
Today is off to a fresh start, Tim and I are more in love than ever. I am showing quite the willingness to obey today. And do not worry, I will always have my laundry done.

Love our Lurkers!

I wanted to say that I appreciate every single comment that is made on my blog. Each of you reading it are very important to me. So thank you so much!

My Challenge

I had been on a role of good behavior and out of nowhere came a something to trip me up. It tripped me. I was a guilty, emotional wreck. After being grounded and many spankings I was back on track. Sore, but back on track. I know we all make mistakes and sometimes the cleansing is good for us. But I am planning on going quite awhile without getting punished again.

We have been super busy too. Tim is searching for a new job, I am swamped with the boys and the daycare and tim’s mom spent three weeks in the hospital. Life has been crazy buay as always. However, we are blessed and life is good.

crazy life

My challenge is going strong! I am just over two months into it. My mother-in-law ia finally home from the hospital after 3 weeks. I have been trying to organize my student loans and Tim is taking over the finances. And I have been switching meds, see why i am having a crazy life lately. I want to blog more, but getting on the computer is a huge challenge! Hope to be back soon.

My Birthday

Hey everyone. I have a lot to say.  I am so thankful to everyone who has been reading my blog.  I need to get better at posting.  I try to write blogs on my phone and sometimes my phone messes up.  Getting on the computer can be challenging with little kids.  Anyway, today is my birthday! Yay!

Last night, I received a pretty hard maintenance.  I was out of sorts all day.  Snapping here and sassing there.  And the odd thing is, I knew I was in a funk and when my HoH would correct me, I would shape up for awhile, then back into the same ruts.

Come bedtime, I knew I would receive maintenance.  T always gives me maintenance when I am approaching the LINE!  As I was bent over the bed, I was trying to focus on getting back in shape and staying submissive, but my mind kept going back to, “I don’t want to be spanked the night before my birthday.”  One time, I even considered telling T that through my sobs, but I thought he would tell me differently.  Moral of the story is:  Maintenance is no fun, but I am in a better place today.  I guess I am glad it was last night and not today.  Wish me luck on my challenge!

 

I am 20 days Punishment Spanking Free!  YAY! I am planning to work extremely hard, so I do not approach the line again.  Thank you again readers. It means a lot. 

 

If anyone has ideas for a post, let me know.  I love to write, I just find it challenging to make the time. Yet I make time for laundry…who knew. Blah!