A simple enough task

A few days ago the tailgate of my mom's minivan (which I am driving because I have a pile of kids) came down on my head -- almost knocking me out and making me shout mother fucker in my drive way

It hurt enough that I thought it would give me a black eye

I considered the ER
but I had places to go

it stopped pounding after a few hours and the much feared black eye never made an appearance -- I am reminded of it regularly when I try to wash my hair or like tonight when FL hit me on the head accidentally.

We had a horrid day

I decided to take them to the local Ren. Faire - because it should be a ton of fun - but I failed to remember that they are awfully judgemental and mostly wandered around pronouncing it "boring"

On the drive home I had 'had enough' -- and at one point because the girls would not follow directions pulled a trick out of my Dad's playbook and "pulled the car over"

I'm planning a birthday party for KK next weekend and I let them know that it's not a done deal and I'm more than happy to call it off.

and received many promises of good behavior.

which lasted about 5 minutes.

many meltdowns later
and after waking the baby up
twice

I finally called it on the day -- and went to bed

Dompossible and I had chatted during the day -- I have a few little rules to start us off and dip a toe in the water -- one of which is to send 4 messages a day of submission

I sent them today in RenFaire speak -- which was fun

another is some training with the plug -- he has mentioned that an anal plug is standard date wear and I have told him that I cannot wear it through an entire date --so we are working me up to it.

I thought that after today - it might be the one single thing I could do right

so I finally made it here to my room -- and recalled that Dompossible has asked me to put it under my pillow at night

(must remember to remove it before the housekeeper comes)

and I couldn't find it

fast forward to me with my ass in the air looking under the mattress and eventually shoving one arm between mattress and wall to fish out what instead was a baby sock covered with dust bunnies.

the tricky bastard had worked it's way down into the sheets -- and just as I was about to slip on the collar and meet my task

a knock at the door

KK wants to write her invitations tonight

"no baby - not tonight - it's too late"

(insert tantrum here)

"sweetie - the fact that you're having a meltdown is a sign that it's too much for you"

I return to my room - lube in hand
and just as I get the plug in place

knock knock knock

a tearful KK
I follow her in thinking something horrible
a wet bed perhaps
a first period
something momentous

but no

FL has decided to "help" the OCD KK in invite writing and has scratched out a mistake on an invite

GASP!

so I know that many of you go about your day plug inserted and function normally

but it's a strange thing to fuss at the kids plugged

very strange indeed

more logic proffered
and rejected

and finally

I retired to my room
and sat to write
plugged
and finally
collared -- although nervous that the girls will come in with some new crisis
a torn envelope perhaps

or being short one goodie bag

when all I wanted to do
was come in my room and have a tiny little orgasm.

sigh

11 days