Today is a day when my children roll around the floor (and me) like puppies. Excited for Christmas, excited for the arrival of the grandparents, excited because they’re young and it’s Christmas and isn’t this the best ever, Mom??!
Today is the day I wash my sheets and make my bed smell a little less like sex and cum as I politely give my family my room and take the couch.
Today is the day I have to sneak in any orgasms or go without until my room is my own again.
Today is the day I play Santa until about midnight – wrapping, putting together toys, stuffing stockings, and eating the cookies they so generously put out for Santa – and I can’t wait!
Today is the day I look forward to tomorrow – for the presents that they’ll open, for the look on their face, and hell, for my own presents received.
Today is the day I should be cleaning like a madwoman, but I am a procrastinator from hell, and I still haven’t started. These are the moments when I am reminded the practical reasons why I need the D in D/s. I’m like a little girl who let’s herself get distracted by bright shiny objects and avoids doing the things that aren’t very fun. I really do have to be taken firmly in hand sometimes.
Today is the day! Merry Christmas Eve! I adore you all!!