Thankfulness 2013- DD, Hubby, and Life – Unscripted

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I had a wonderful, sentimental, gushy post (mostly) ready to go this morning.

 It was about my husband of fifteen years, and the recent start of our DD journey.  And though it was a little ‘over-kill sweet’, I was still prepared to go with it.

All it needed was a little editing, and then I would post it. 

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I kissed hubby and the kids, and waved to them as they left for school. (They have started chanting “Bye, mommy, we love you!” as they drive away.  It’s silly and fun, and it totally starts my day off on a great note!)

But my day of tweaking, planning and blog posting was short lived, when our minivan decided to fritz out on me.  I had to take it to the dealership, after the “check engine” and “image of a car swerving down the road” lights went on.

So I drove twenty minutes to the dealership.

Where I sat.

And waited.

For three hours!

(Luckily, I had the foresight to ask them to drop me off at the nearest book store, which made my waiting a bit more comfortable)

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Then I went back to the dealership, and was told my van needed extensive repairs, and that I would need to get myself a rental car.

So I waited for the Enterprise guy to come pick me up.

And waited.

For another hour!

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By this time, it was 2 pm—almost time to pick up my first child from school. I called a friend and asked her to get her for me, sure that I would still make it on time to pick up my second daughter an hour later.

This was not the case, either.

By the time, the young man finally came with my car, I was a nervous ball of energy, fighting tears, and trying to figure out how to get to my baby in time.

Long story short, the school kept her in the office, and I made it, only a few minutes late.  But I did break down a tad bit at the car dealership. And I may have used a few choice words that nice women don’t usually use in public.

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After picking up my kids, we returned home, got out of the car, walked up the sidewalk, and promptly 180’d back to the rental car.

I had forgotten the house keys in our car—which was still at the dealership—20 minutes away.

We got back in the car, and I laughed so hysterically, I think my eyes almost bugged out of my head. My children thought I was nuts, but decided it would be fun to laugh along with me. So we all laughed manically for a good solid 2 minutes.

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You are probably asking what this has to do with my original post. What does this have to do with being thankful for my husband?

And I can answer in one word.

EVERYTHING!

You see, I had this perfectly sweet, sentimental post ready to go. It talked about our hardships with DD.

How he laughed in surprise when I first asked him to spank me a few years ago.

It talked about our role playing in the bedroom.

I explained how – for every step forward, we took two steps back.

The very beginning of our DD relationship was difficult.  I bratted and resented him for not taking me in hand.

He resented me for forcing him into it.

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And then, something clicked.

We started listening to each other.

We both stopped demanding, and started giving.

I stopped emasculating him.

He took charge and I let him.

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This was what I was going to talk about. But life got in the way today.

So here’s what happened behind the scenes, unscripted—real life.

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As my frustration built, over the course of the long day, I found myself wanting to lash out at hubby, to project my anger somewhere safe.  I even called him a few times to vent at him.

And to his credit, he accepted my venting, and empathized with my situation.

(It sucked! Of course, he empathized.)

But he only let me go so far in my “getting worked-upedness” as he likes to call it.

He put a stop to it, at one point, and told me to grab a pen and paper, and start writing down my story ideas.

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“What do you mean, story ideas?!?” I quietly screeched into the phone (Yes, it is possible to quietly screech).

He chuckled, “You always have a story idea, whatever you do. Write them down, and I’ll take a look at them later.”

“Really?” I bit my bottom lip out and grinned hopefully before realizing he really couldn’t see me over the phone. (But everyone else in the waiting room could, so I toned it down.)

“Yeah, I’ll take a look at it later.”

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We hung up, and I knew I could make it through the afternoon.

UNTIL the Enterprise fiasco.

By 2 pm, I was agitated again, and hyper texting. (This is where you just start texting someone whatever pops in your mind, because you are strung out, and it’s your only safe outlet)  I was going back and forth between hubby, and my friend Nikki.

At one point, I sent hubby a text meant for my friend.

I asked her to send me energy because I felt like starting a fight with hubby and forcing him to “take action” later.

As soon as I sent it, I realized my mistake, and texted him to disregard.

He obliged.

I received a text from him a few moments later,

‘This is Nikki. Not (hubby).  Don’t try to force his hand. Bad mojo.’

It was just the kind of light hearted moment I needed at that moment. Hubby pretending to be my friend, and texting me a message “from her”.

LOL, I thought the message was legitimate at first, but he couldn’t take it anymore, and let me in on the joke. (I’m not much of a tech person. So I would have believed this one if he had let me go for a while)

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The day is finally over.  The rental car is parked safely in our driveway, the kids are in bed, and I am due for a night of good old fashioned “maintenance”.  Not because I am being punished in any way, but because we both know I could really use some time over his knee and in his arms.

Then again, if he finds out about my F-bomb at the dealership, he may decide to add on to tonight’s agenda.  But I’ll take it.  I am grateful for him, and the life we share.

But it will take a lot of coaxing for me to be thankful for the car dealership and rental car people.   😦

OK, I really do need to post this now. I have just been given the ten minute warning before “discussion” time.

Thanks for joining me tonight!

See ya tomorrow!

🙂

12 thoughts on “Thankfulness 2013- DD, Hubby, and Life – Unscripted

  1. Casey McKay

    Sorry you had such a suck day! Two things:

    1. Always make sure you are texting the correct recipient… this is not just a sexting rule, it is a life rule. Have I taught you nothing?? (Clearly I am joking, but it is good advice.)

    2. F-bombs are totally allowed in car dealerships, especially when they are charging you out the whazoo to fix your car swerving light thing-y (I don’t have that, but sounds serious). This is also a life rule, you can quote me and tell your husband that… unless you want to be spanked for it 😉

    I hope the night got better. I love that you can still be thankful. Oh! Be thankful for bookstores with free internets, and husbands with senses of humor.

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    1. katherinedeane Post author

      LOL, thanks, Casey!
      I was seriously laughing at you when you kept saying to be careful about the text recipients. I was like, ‘How can you not know who you are texting to?”

      Well, duh. When it opens up to the last texted person… accidents happen. 😉 Thank goodness I did not gripe about him. LOL

      The night got better. Thanks.
      I went to bed with a sore bottom and a filled heart. 🙂

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  2. Patricia Green

    What a yuckola day! I’m glad you found the humor from time to time. There is a certain point in a day full of minor disasters, when it’s so absurd that it’s funny. Your hubby sounds like a good guy — definitely someone to be thankful for. Tomorrow will be a better day.

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    1. katherinedeane Post author

      Thanks, Trish.
      If only they served wine at the dealerships. Or mimosas.
      I would have been gold!

      Hubby really is a good guy. I should have said more about him, but the day kind of ran away from me.

      Well, there is always next time!

      Thanks! 🙂

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  3. Natasha Knight

    OMG – when it rains it pours! But I love how it all ended up and I must say, I commend your husband. How cool is he? It’s sort of worth it all (almost) just for that happy ending.

    Unless of course you are unable to sit this morning… 🙂

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  4. Celeste Jones

    Is there anything sexier than a man who knows how to make you laugh at just the right time?

    Sounds like a crazy day. I’m glad you survived and I think swearing at the auto dealership is an excellent idea. They probably stole all the change from your ashtray anyway.

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  5. Irishey

    I’m sorry your day was so sucky and stressful. Shouldn’t there be some law against a full day of awful things happening like that? The good thing is your husband jumped in part-way through the day to help you cope, and later helped make it all better in the end! 😉

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  6. Kenzie

    I’m sorry your day was so stressful, but I’m so glad at the end of the day you could, A. Laugh about it with your kids, and B. Have your hubby there to make everything better. 🙂

    Seems like you two have a great relationship!

    Oh, and texting issues happen wayy more often than you’d think .. it’s dangerous! 😉

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