this man is mine

Now I feel kinda like as ass for what I wrote earlier or maybe by actually writing it the message somehow seeped into my husbands brain because for the past few days things have been a little different.

I was upset because he was spending so much time at work and not coming home at a decent time....yesterday he was home at 5:22 p.m. That's like something that never ever happens sorta like a blue moon. We didn't really do anything it was just the fact that he was here and able to sit down with us and interact with us was pretty cool.

Mother's Day usually comes and goes with me feeling not quite special. Something about holidays he just doesn't get. Yeah, I'm not his mother but I did give birth to those two children wandering around calling out "mom, Mom, MOm, MOM, MOOOM" over a zillion times a day. They didn't just appear out of thin air!

Well, this Mother's Day was probably one of the best I'd had in I don't know how long. I told him I didn't really want a gift. I just wanted some chocolate covered strawberries and that was it. I told him they didn't need to come from some fancy website that decorated them up all nice and pretty that it would mean more to me if they just dipped them themselves.

He did one better than that. He took the boys and they bought me a chocolate melting pot and two quarts of strawberries and some of the chocolate candies that you melt and little tongs that you stick the strawberries on to dip them with. We all dipped strawberries together and had so much fun doing it.

I ate so many strawberries that by the time I got ready to bed they were churning and rolling in my tummy so hard that it wasn't pretty around here for at least three hours after he and the kids were long asleep!!

It doesn't take much to please me. Don't get me wrong I like to feel spoiled but that doesn't happen that often. I just like to feel like I matter to someone for more than the go to person when something can't be found or when it comes time to eat or magically pull clean underwear or whatever else they need out of my ass.

The husband and I have been together for so long that we really can read each other and I'm certain he was feeling my dissatisfaction and has really tried to make me feel better. For that I am so lucky and happy. Guess now, I've got to step it up in the wifely duties department. Right after I finish the last bit of strawberries and make sure they aren't going to turn on me like the first ones did. Nothing is sexier than a rumbly tummy when your trying to smooch on your man....or the outline of the toilet on the back of your legs and ass....mmm, sexay!!


Like how I'm just using Heart song titles to name my posts??!! Wonder how long I can keep that up?!