And with a deep sigh, I come off the holiday high and return to the real world. I’m lucky that I am one who truly loves the holidays and the quiet of everyday life. Right now with all my family back to work but me, I’m loving the solitude of my writing room, a fire and a cup of coffee.
I remembered to write Nick this week. Okay, I barelyremembered in time, but I made it. He thanked me and said we’d discuss it later. When it was time for that discussion I was asked to wait in the bedroom – I like that. It gives me a little time to reflect. It had been an okay week considering we still had a full house and way too much food around.
Nick let me keep my clothes on for the warm up. I swear I’ve become a true wimp lately. He is a very understanding man, acknowledging that the holidays and all that comes with it could cause weigh fluctuations and interrupted gym time. But as he pulled down both pants and panties, he began pointing out that it was time to return to the real world where these things would no longer be ignored.
I agreed and between little yelps of pain. I assured I would be doing better the next week – keeping better records on my WW app, getting back to the gym and working on having healthier foods in the house. He began rubbing and I rolled over so we could continue talking. After a minute or two I reached to pull up my pants. Mistake!
“And who said this was over?” my sweet husband asked sharply, rolling be back to my stomach. “You’re always welcomed to ask if I’m finished but to just decide I’m through isn’t your call.” To punctuate this declaration he pulled out this fun little number to finish up.
I think I’ll be asking if he’s through in the future.
In case I don't get back here this week, we have a wonderful Fantasy Friday coming this week. Hope you'll stop by!