I’m tired. Super tired. So tired in fact I’ve been in bed waaay before 10pm each night this week. Maybe it’s a good thing so I’m not up and around pining for Master.
Master came home for his mid-week visit last night and it was lovely to watch him pottering around in the kitchen and hear him yell his favourite phrases, ‘Bitch! Coffee me!’ and ‘Bitch! Sock me!’ (which means take his socks off, not slap the shit out of him). It’s definitely much nicer when he’s here.
After dinner I made some worksheets, cleaned the kitchen, stacked the dishwasher, ironed his work shirts and had my bath. Upon emerging I heard a “Bitch!” so I went into the lounge to see what he wanted.
(Pointing to the ground in front of the lounge) “So, like, I’ve been away for several days and like, aren’t you supposed to be here, soaking up my presence?”
Ahh..now what would Masters be for if not for providing such poignant ruminations?
P.S I had my first “I like your necklace” comment today. I generally find that it’s the slightly ’emo kids’ who make the positive comments about it and it won’t be long before the “Why do you always wear that?”, “Isn’t it heavy?” comments from the ‘normal kids’ start. Can’t wait…lol.