Fun and Frolic With Long-Term Love
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D'aaaaawwwwww!!
Bluebird
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So, WarMan and I are in Scranton this weekend, so I can do some genealogy research. My second great-grandfather, Edgar Allen Davies, was a miner in the Lackawanna Coal Mine, and it just so happens, they offer a tour! Plus it is situated right next to the Anthracite Museum. So, we are going to visit both. Edgar is buried in San Francisco, but his brother, David Elmer Davies, is in a cemetery nearby, so I hope to also find my 3rd great-uncle's grave today.
Their father, my 3rd great-grandfather, came to America from Wales, where HIS father was a coal miner. Though Isaac himself never worked in a mine that I could tell, his sons both did. I wonder if that was a source of pride for him, or if he felt it was a personal failing - like, he left Wales to get away from the mines, but then his sons ended up in them anyway. Well, Isaac is buried in yet another cemetery in this area, and I hope to find his plot too.
If I have time I'd like to fill some Find-A-Grave requests, but I am not sure how long it will take to locate my own ancestors' final resting places.
Their father, my 3rd great-grandfather, came to America from Wales, where HIS father was a coal miner. Though Isaac himself never worked in a mine that I could tell, his sons both did. I wonder if that was a source of pride for him, or if he felt it was a personal failing - like, he left Wales to get away from the mines, but then his sons ended up in them anyway. Well, Isaac is buried in yet another cemetery in this area, and I hope to find his plot too.
If I have time I'd like to fill some Find-A-Grave requests, but I am not sure how long it will take to locate my own ancestors' final resting places.
IndieSolo
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It is questions like that, that make genealogy so satisfying for me. Wondering how my ancestors and their relatives dealt with the crap they had handed to them brings up all sorts of deep thoughts and reflections about my own life! Digging into a family tree can be so inspiring.
Bluebird
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The trip yesterday was a success. I not only found my 3rd great-grandfather's grave, but he was buried next to his wife, Rachel - so I was able to lock down her birthday and date of passing. Not only that, but I unexpectedly found the graves of another set of 3rd great-grandparents. Very awesome! Isaac and Rachel were the parents of my 2nd great-grandfather, Edgar (who worked in the mine I visited yesterday) and Edgar married Harriet Brown. Her parents were Caroline and Daniel Brown, who I located in the cemetery without planning to do so.
I had put in a request through Find-a-Grave months ago and promptly forgot about it, so when I was checking out the app, hoping to help someone else, I saw their names and was like, woah! So I helped myself. Lol
I had put in a request through Find-a-Grave months ago and promptly forgot about it, so when I was checking out the app, hoping to help someone else, I saw their names and was like, woah! So I helped myself. Lol
Bluebird
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So things have not gotten less hectic around here. I came home from WarMan's today, after having lunch with him and DarkKnight at Jersey Mike's - yummy delicious subs! Actually, WarMan and I went to Party City first so I could grab a Welcome Home banner for my daughter. (She is getting on her return flight from Nepal tomorrow, but she doesn't arrive here until Tuesday.)
After dropping me off - and promptly having to return because I left the banner in his car - WarMan was headed to Monkey's. I, however, was headed to hell.
I had a to-do list a mile long, so I backed out of D&D today and left DarkKnight to go do that on his own. I seriously had like 6 things on my list related to my Biology class, and ended up doing none of them. When I got home, my bedroom smelled like a shithouse. The litter box was overflowing, so I promptly emptied that, and then spent an hour scrubbing kitten butts. Two of them have had diarrhea, and they don't clean themselves after - or bury it - so the others step in it, and ugh. Then I vacuumed the floor, which took like 15 minutes, because there was a lot of scratch-pad stuff strewn around, and litter outside of the box. Then I had to feed the little buggers.
The entire time they were meowing and meowing at me.
I went downstairs in the middle of all of that, and set my son to work doing dishes and then bagging leaves in the front yard. I think he filled 6 tall brown yard waste bags. I hung up the welcome home banner, sorted mail and cleaned up the dining room. I peeked into the living room and then decided that I quit at being a homemaker and went back upstairs to deal with kitten crap again.
I spent maybe 15 minutes despairing over my Biology list and then went shopping for Christmas stuff on JCPenney.com, figuring that my coupons were going to expire soon, so that took priority. Shopping took a while, but I couldn't feel good about it, because my stress level kept rising, thinking about how I hadn't planned our trip to Philadelphia - and yeah, we are leaving tomorrow morning!
Then, this happened:
That's Egon in front, Venkman cuddling from the rear. So sweet, right?
Finally, DarkKnight came home and he started working out where we were going in Philadelphia. He went to Drexel, way back when, so I was figuring he'd know where to go. It took him like an hour to figure out train schedules and such, and around 5 pm I finally booked us a hotel. The plan is to drive over to Philly in the morning, park in a lot and take the commuter in downtown. We are going to have lunch at the Reading Terminal Market and then walk around to Independence Hall and the Liberty Bell and such. He hasn't been to Philadelphia in a long while, so it should be fun. Our hotel is outside of the city in Glen Mills - I couldn't afford staying downtown!
My daughter's plane gets in from Nepal - by way of Qatar - at 7:30 am on Tuesday. So we will have to be up early at the hotel to pop over to grab her up and bring her home. Hopefully we will make it to the house sooner rather than later, and then I can finally focus on the 6 items on my to-do list for my Biology classes on Wednesday. Sigh.
After dropping me off - and promptly having to return because I left the banner in his car - WarMan was headed to Monkey's. I, however, was headed to hell.
I had a to-do list a mile long, so I backed out of D&D today and left DarkKnight to go do that on his own. I seriously had like 6 things on my list related to my Biology class, and ended up doing none of them. When I got home, my bedroom smelled like a shithouse. The litter box was overflowing, so I promptly emptied that, and then spent an hour scrubbing kitten butts. Two of them have had diarrhea, and they don't clean themselves after - or bury it - so the others step in it, and ugh. Then I vacuumed the floor, which took like 15 minutes, because there was a lot of scratch-pad stuff strewn around, and litter outside of the box. Then I had to feed the little buggers.
The entire time they were meowing and meowing at me.
I went downstairs in the middle of all of that, and set my son to work doing dishes and then bagging leaves in the front yard. I think he filled 6 tall brown yard waste bags. I hung up the welcome home banner, sorted mail and cleaned up the dining room. I peeked into the living room and then decided that I quit at being a homemaker and went back upstairs to deal with kitten crap again.
I spent maybe 15 minutes despairing over my Biology list and then went shopping for Christmas stuff on JCPenney.com, figuring that my coupons were going to expire soon, so that took priority. Shopping took a while, but I couldn't feel good about it, because my stress level kept rising, thinking about how I hadn't planned our trip to Philadelphia - and yeah, we are leaving tomorrow morning!
Then, this happened:
That's Egon in front, Venkman cuddling from the rear. So sweet, right?
Finally, DarkKnight came home and he started working out where we were going in Philadelphia. He went to Drexel, way back when, so I was figuring he'd know where to go. It took him like an hour to figure out train schedules and such, and around 5 pm I finally booked us a hotel. The plan is to drive over to Philly in the morning, park in a lot and take the commuter in downtown. We are going to have lunch at the Reading Terminal Market and then walk around to Independence Hall and the Liberty Bell and such. He hasn't been to Philadelphia in a long while, so it should be fun. Our hotel is outside of the city in Glen Mills - I couldn't afford staying downtown!
My daughter's plane gets in from Nepal - by way of Qatar - at 7:30 am on Tuesday. So we will have to be up early at the hotel to pop over to grab her up and bring her home. Hopefully we will make it to the house sooner rather than later, and then I can finally focus on the 6 items on my to-do list for my Biology classes on Wednesday. Sigh.
Bluebird
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I had a nervous breakdown today. DarkKnight and I never made it to Philadelphia - every single thing went wrong in our travels.
I had left it to DarkKnight to chart our route with the only stipulation being that we avoid tolls. The plan was to ditch our vehicle outside of the city and take a commuter train in so I didn't have to get involved with driving in crazy traffic. Well, right after leaving the house he realizes that the route he has chosen is full of tolls, so I have to turn around and...you know what? If I recount this step by step no one will want to read it and I'll get stressed out again. Suffice to say that a 3 hour trip with us supposedly getting to have lunch at the Reading Terminal Market at 11 am had us arriving at our hotel at 3 pm and then finally giving up around 5 pm when I was crying so hard I couldn't see straight to drive. We had lunch at Arby's and dinner at a PF Chang's. To be fair, the food was good at both places, but I still have not been able to get a cheesesteak in Philly!
The rest of the evening, once we stopped trying to burst through the force field surrounding the city, was great. DarkKnight and I sat next to each other and shared plates at dinner, had romantic alone time snuggle bliss in the hotel hot tub and fun sexy times as well. I had seriously forgotten what sex with him was like, it had been so long!
Still, right now I feel burnt out and in desperate need of a vacation from this mini vacation.
I am hoping our drive to the airport tomorrow morning is much smoother than the craziness that went on today. Especially since we have to rise at the ass-crack of dawn to get there by 7:30 am. I am actually a *little* nervous because my daughter messaged me to let me know her plane had landed in Doha, but she never followed up to tell me she had made her connecting flight. I am hoping she just forgot and she is ok. We have no way of knowing until she arrives tomorrow.
OMG I am exhausted just thinking about going home to prep for my Biology class. I wish I could cancel everything scheduled for this week entirely. Well, maybe not everything - WarMan and I are going to a dance on Friday night, so that should be a good time. Oh, and Thursday night is Zombicide and that is always fun. Tomorrow night I am hoping to get everything done in order to go see Spectre with PunkRock, too. Fuck. I guess I just want to cancel Biology. Lol
I think a portion of my overall stress is actually attributable to WarMan - this weekend had some low points between us, though overall things were good. I had a KILLER headache on his birthday, and rather than having any sex, I slammed some pills and wanted to die until I fell asleep. I woke him up Saturday morning in a frisky mood, but he was agitated that it was early, even though we did connect. He also was down a bit during the drive and he vocalized several times that perhaps I would have been happier if I had gone with one of my other guys. He said he just doesn't see anything unique about himself that I don't already have in my life with my husbands. Then when we arrived back to his place that night, he was bumming that he was afraid that I would soon be bored of him sexually and my drive and want of him would decrease. He passed on sex that night because his back was so messed up, and he again said things would be better if I dated someone who wasn't in pain all the time. We had good sex Sunday morning though. I dunno. He is just so down and out about me loving him - sometimes it seems like he wants me to break up with him to spare him the heartache later when he is so sure I will dump him in the future. Sigh.
I did tell him that taking about our upcoming move makes me depressed a bit because I get the feeling he won't go through with it and decide that he'd rather stay put. He told me he absolutely hasn't made up his mind yet and we had some discussion about what our relationship would look like if we lived an hour and a half apart. (Supposing that I moved to Cumberland and he stayed in Chambersburg.) I told him I definitely wouldn't be able to consider him a primary at that point. I have learned I don't do long distance well. That said, I told him I didn't care about the outcome of some future decision he may make, but instead I wanted to focus on what is making me happy now, and that is being with him. He didn't seem to like that much, but I was trying to be honest.
I had left it to DarkKnight to chart our route with the only stipulation being that we avoid tolls. The plan was to ditch our vehicle outside of the city and take a commuter train in so I didn't have to get involved with driving in crazy traffic. Well, right after leaving the house he realizes that the route he has chosen is full of tolls, so I have to turn around and...you know what? If I recount this step by step no one will want to read it and I'll get stressed out again. Suffice to say that a 3 hour trip with us supposedly getting to have lunch at the Reading Terminal Market at 11 am had us arriving at our hotel at 3 pm and then finally giving up around 5 pm when I was crying so hard I couldn't see straight to drive. We had lunch at Arby's and dinner at a PF Chang's. To be fair, the food was good at both places, but I still have not been able to get a cheesesteak in Philly!
The rest of the evening, once we stopped trying to burst through the force field surrounding the city, was great. DarkKnight and I sat next to each other and shared plates at dinner, had romantic alone time snuggle bliss in the hotel hot tub and fun sexy times as well. I had seriously forgotten what sex with him was like, it had been so long!
Still, right now I feel burnt out and in desperate need of a vacation from this mini vacation.
I am hoping our drive to the airport tomorrow morning is much smoother than the craziness that went on today. Especially since we have to rise at the ass-crack of dawn to get there by 7:30 am. I am actually a *little* nervous because my daughter messaged me to let me know her plane had landed in Doha, but she never followed up to tell me she had made her connecting flight. I am hoping she just forgot and she is ok. We have no way of knowing until she arrives tomorrow.
OMG I am exhausted just thinking about going home to prep for my Biology class. I wish I could cancel everything scheduled for this week entirely. Well, maybe not everything - WarMan and I are going to a dance on Friday night, so that should be a good time. Oh, and Thursday night is Zombicide and that is always fun. Tomorrow night I am hoping to get everything done in order to go see Spectre with PunkRock, too. Fuck. I guess I just want to cancel Biology. Lol
I think a portion of my overall stress is actually attributable to WarMan - this weekend had some low points between us, though overall things were good. I had a KILLER headache on his birthday, and rather than having any sex, I slammed some pills and wanted to die until I fell asleep. I woke him up Saturday morning in a frisky mood, but he was agitated that it was early, even though we did connect. He also was down a bit during the drive and he vocalized several times that perhaps I would have been happier if I had gone with one of my other guys. He said he just doesn't see anything unique about himself that I don't already have in my life with my husbands. Then when we arrived back to his place that night, he was bumming that he was afraid that I would soon be bored of him sexually and my drive and want of him would decrease. He passed on sex that night because his back was so messed up, and he again said things would be better if I dated someone who wasn't in pain all the time. We had good sex Sunday morning though. I dunno. He is just so down and out about me loving him - sometimes it seems like he wants me to break up with him to spare him the heartache later when he is so sure I will dump him in the future. Sigh.
I did tell him that taking about our upcoming move makes me depressed a bit because I get the feeling he won't go through with it and decide that he'd rather stay put. He told me he absolutely hasn't made up his mind yet and we had some discussion about what our relationship would look like if we lived an hour and a half apart. (Supposing that I moved to Cumberland and he stayed in Chambersburg.) I told him I definitely wouldn't be able to consider him a primary at that point. I have learned I don't do long distance well. That said, I told him I didn't care about the outcome of some future decision he may make, but instead I wanted to focus on what is making me happy now, and that is being with him. He didn't seem to like that much, but I was trying to be honest.
Bluebird
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My daughter is home! So happy to have her back!
I canceled my Biology class for tomorrow and so feel so much less stress because of it.
These kittens are so distressed - I came home to all 4 of them having diarrhea, so off to the clinic we went. They again said they didn't see any worms, but this time they gave us 3 does of meds per cat. Unfortunately, Winnie vomited hers up, so I am unsure how this will affect the course of treatment. I am going to call tomorrow. Ray apparently has been shitting a straight line along the wall behind my bed, so PunkRock and I spent an hour scrubbing it up. He promptly took a dump there again, so he is crated for the night with Egon, until they both start using the litter pan without prompts. Luckily we have a large dog crate we can use to keep them susquestered with their own private litter box inside. We put pee pads down along the wall in case Winnie or Venkman decide to continue what Ray started.
Caring for these kittens is both fun and exhausting.
I haven't heard much from WarMan since he dropped me off on Sunday. To be fair, I was driving lots yesterday and today and couldn't text. I tried texting a bit with him tonight but he signed off early to go to the game store with Monkey and then apparently when he got home he didn't want to talk to me because his legs hurt a lot. It felt like a brush off but I was terribly distracted with the kittens so I just let him say goodnight. We are supposed to be together tomorrow night and I am feeling so very disconnected right now with him.
I canceled my Biology class for tomorrow and so feel so much less stress because of it.
These kittens are so distressed - I came home to all 4 of them having diarrhea, so off to the clinic we went. They again said they didn't see any worms, but this time they gave us 3 does of meds per cat. Unfortunately, Winnie vomited hers up, so I am unsure how this will affect the course of treatment. I am going to call tomorrow. Ray apparently has been shitting a straight line along the wall behind my bed, so PunkRock and I spent an hour scrubbing it up. He promptly took a dump there again, so he is crated for the night with Egon, until they both start using the litter pan without prompts. Luckily we have a large dog crate we can use to keep them susquestered with their own private litter box inside. We put pee pads down along the wall in case Winnie or Venkman decide to continue what Ray started.
Caring for these kittens is both fun and exhausting.
I haven't heard much from WarMan since he dropped me off on Sunday. To be fair, I was driving lots yesterday and today and couldn't text. I tried texting a bit with him tonight but he signed off early to go to the game store with Monkey and then apparently when he got home he didn't want to talk to me because his legs hurt a lot. It felt like a brush off but I was terribly distracted with the kittens so I just let him say goodnight. We are supposed to be together tomorrow night and I am feeling so very disconnected right now with him.
IndieSolo
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How old are these kittens, again? Sorry, I forgot.
I adopted my last cat, Squeaky, when he was about 10 days old (he had been abandoned), and it took a while to go from kitten formula to food. I had to give him formula every two hours, clean that sticky stuff off his face, keep him warm, and weigh him every week to make sure his weight doubled, and when he reached a certain size or age (I forget which), I started mixing in soft canned food with his formula, increasing the ratio of food to formula gradually. As soon as he was eating food, he started scratching in the box (until then, I used to have to stimulate his anus and gently squeeze him like a tube of toothpaste to make him poop!). Anyway, my point ... I was told by a rescue person who was coaching me that kittens will instinctively start to use a box as soon as they go from formula to eating solid food. And it happened with Squeaky exactly that way. So, it makes me wonder if these little guys were taken off formula too soon? (before you got them) Maybe a little kitten formula mixed in will help solidify their poop? Just a guess.
I adopted my last cat, Squeaky, when he was about 10 days old (he had been abandoned), and it took a while to go from kitten formula to food. I had to give him formula every two hours, clean that sticky stuff off his face, keep him warm, and weigh him every week to make sure his weight doubled, and when he reached a certain size or age (I forget which), I started mixing in soft canned food with his formula, increasing the ratio of food to formula gradually. As soon as he was eating food, he started scratching in the box (until then, I used to have to stimulate his anus and gently squeeze him like a tube of toothpaste to make him poop!). Anyway, my point ... I was told by a rescue person who was coaching me that kittens will instinctively start to use a box as soon as they go from formula to eating solid food. And it happened with Squeaky exactly that way. So, it makes me wonder if these little guys were taken off formula too soon? (before you got them) Maybe a little kitten formula mixed in will help solidify their poop? Just a guess.
Bluebird
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They are 5 weeks old now, and all of the blue in their eyes has disappeared. I was worried about Ray for a little bit with his food, but he is doing fine now. We had some KMR but never needed to use it. The fact that he is the one having trouble using the litter box the most seems like it could just tie into the fact that he's a bit behind his siblings. Venkman is clearly further along than the others - he's larger, eats more, is more active and never needs to be reminded about the litter box. He's PunkRock's favorite. 
We crated Egon and Ray together last night, and they seemed to do ok using the box inside the crate. In my bedroom, there was one wet spot on the pee pads this morning - but all diarrhea was in the litter box. So good for Winnie and Venkman! I don't feel nervous about leaving those two unattended. We freed the jailbirds this morning and Ray went straight to the pee pads after eating, but we got him into the litter box before he went. I think when we go out later today, he will be crated again. We'll leave Egon out to see how that goes.
I paid bills last night, did more budgeting and ordered groceries. PunkRock and I are going to have lunch together today at 11, grab the groceries and then purchase more pee pads. He needs to get a new cell phone too, so that's on the list for today as well.
We crated Egon and Ray together last night, and they seemed to do ok using the box inside the crate. In my bedroom, there was one wet spot on the pee pads this morning - but all diarrhea was in the litter box. So good for Winnie and Venkman! I don't feel nervous about leaving those two unattended. We freed the jailbirds this morning and Ray went straight to the pee pads after eating, but we got him into the litter box before he went. I think when we go out later today, he will be crated again. We'll leave Egon out to see how that goes.
I paid bills last night, did more budgeting and ordered groceries. PunkRock and I are going to have lunch together today at 11, grab the groceries and then purchase more pee pads. He needs to get a new cell phone too, so that's on the list for today as well.
Bluebird
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Kittens! Oh my goodness, they are so much work! I love them lots though, so it is totally worth all the time and effort. They've finished their latest batch of dewormer, and here's to hoping the diarrhea will be done with soon. We've been able to narrow down which of our little friends is having the most trouble with bathroom breaks, and it's most definitely Winnie. A lot of it now is just retraining - she has a couple of spots she *thinks* it's okay to poop in, and we are waging war to convince her that it isn't. We've got pee pads down and some of the hotter spots we put aluminum foil down on. We've had mixed success. I crated her and Egon last night and there were zero accidents from Ray and Venkman. Shortly after letting them out this morning, Winnie popped up on my bed and peed. Sigh. My mattress cover is taking a beating and I am SO glad I invested in one!
Last night was our weekly Zombicide game and it was fun as always. I had a really enjoyable time bantering back and forth with my guys - it's so great to feel the love from all of them teasing me!
WarMan is still having trouble with his legs; I took him over some vitamins and he's now dosing with potassium, magnesium and calcium daily. I don't know if it has done any good, but I feel better that I am trying to help, at least. His pain cost us some sexy time this week and that sucks. He has an appointment next week with a pain management specialist so I hope he is able to find some relief. Oh! He also has his appointment next week with the urologist about having a vasectomy. I will be happy when that is all done!
Since I had two days out with WarMan last weekend, followed by two days out with DarkKnight, it feels like I've been missing some prime PunkRock time lately. We've had a few lunch dates, so I don't feel deprived, but I do look forward to snuggling him and getting my full body hugs when we can squeeze them into the schedule. He is enthusiastic and very interested in caring for the kittens, so we've been cockblocked a couple of times by their attentions. Last night after Zombicide I went down to his bedroom to remedy that, only to be waylaid by his cat, Stormy, who I hadn't seen in a week! After lots of pets, PunkRock finally set her aside and we were able to get our freak on.
DarkKnight loves the kittens too, but the smell they currently exude gives him some troubles. I was worried he wouldn't sleep over in my bedroom last night, but he did. He received many snuggles from both Ray and Venkman for his efforts.
Oh, yesterday was really good! I felt cherished and loved by each of my guys at varying points, and I feel so lucky to have each of them in my life. When things feel this way, it's just so blissful!
WarMan is going to score another 2 day date package with me this weekend - tonight we are going to a dinner and dancing fund raiser that I bought tickets to months ago. He was the only one who gave me an enthusiastic yes and could also make the date work. So we will see each other tonight there and have a sleepover, and then Saturday is our regularly scheduled date day and sleepover. We are supposed to go hang out with his gay poly trio friends at dinner Saturday night, so that should be fun too.
My daughter is still suffering from some pretty serious jet lag - it's a 20 hour adjustment she is trying to make. She was up early yesterday to help with the kittens and she went to bed at like 7 last night. I am taking her to her friends' house while I am at the dinner & dancing event tonight and she should enjoy that. I scheduled a game club meeting next week too, so she can have a group over and get back into her social set. People are excited to see her but she's just been so tired. She asked me not to schedule anything this week, so she can recover from her trip.
Last night was our weekly Zombicide game and it was fun as always. I had a really enjoyable time bantering back and forth with my guys - it's so great to feel the love from all of them teasing me!
WarMan is still having trouble with his legs; I took him over some vitamins and he's now dosing with potassium, magnesium and calcium daily. I don't know if it has done any good, but I feel better that I am trying to help, at least. His pain cost us some sexy time this week and that sucks. He has an appointment next week with a pain management specialist so I hope he is able to find some relief. Oh! He also has his appointment next week with the urologist about having a vasectomy. I will be happy when that is all done!
Since I had two days out with WarMan last weekend, followed by two days out with DarkKnight, it feels like I've been missing some prime PunkRock time lately. We've had a few lunch dates, so I don't feel deprived, but I do look forward to snuggling him and getting my full body hugs when we can squeeze them into the schedule. He is enthusiastic and very interested in caring for the kittens, so we've been cockblocked a couple of times by their attentions. Last night after Zombicide I went down to his bedroom to remedy that, only to be waylaid by his cat, Stormy, who I hadn't seen in a week! After lots of pets, PunkRock finally set her aside and we were able to get our freak on.
DarkKnight loves the kittens too, but the smell they currently exude gives him some troubles. I was worried he wouldn't sleep over in my bedroom last night, but he did.
He received many snuggles from both Ray and Venkman for his efforts. Oh, yesterday was really good! I felt cherished and loved by each of my guys at varying points, and I feel so lucky to have each of them in my life. When things feel this way, it's just so blissful!
WarMan is going to score another 2 day date package with me this weekend - tonight we are going to a dinner and dancing fund raiser that I bought tickets to months ago. He was the only one who gave me an enthusiastic yes and could also make the date work. So we will see each other tonight there and have a sleepover, and then Saturday is our regularly scheduled date day and sleepover. We are supposed to go hang out with his gay poly trio friends at dinner Saturday night, so that should be fun too.
My daughter is still suffering from some pretty serious jet lag - it's a 20 hour adjustment she is trying to make. She was up early yesterday to help with the kittens and she went to bed at like 7 last night. I am taking her to her friends' house while I am at the dinner & dancing event tonight and she should enjoy that. I scheduled a game club meeting next week too, so she can have a group over and get back into her social set. People are excited to see her but she's just been so tired. She asked me not to schedule anything this week, so she can recover from her trip.
Those kittens! You sure have your hands full, being mama cat to the babies.
I am glad you cancelled the Bio class, you had too much going on.
So sorry about WarMan's legs (and back). A dinner dance doesn't sound right up his alley I don't think, but I hope it goes OK.
I am glad you cancelled the Bio class, you had too much going on.
So sorry about WarMan's legs (and back). A dinner dance doesn't sound right up his alley I don't think, but I hope it goes OK.
Bluebird
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The dinner dance turned out to be fun. WarMan and I sat with my a couple of my friends and their husbands, and all went right. We didn't do any dancing, as that started late in the evening as we were headed out.
Saturday morning was much less fun. We had a huge fight. I had DarkKnight pick me up when we decided to take a break from the circular argument, and then after lunch WarMan met me at Panera Bread. I thought he dumped me, and vomited in the bathroom. He sent me a series of frantic texts saying he hadn't broken up with me and that I had cut him off before he could finish his thoughts. Yeah, it was a mess. He cried a bit and we were both frustrated. He told me that these sorts of misunderstandings happen with Monkey a lot and he just can't understand why - his brain doesn't think he is talking in circles, but everyone tells him he is. We worked things out and managed to get it together in time to go to dinner at his friends' house, which ended up being 9 people, including us.
It ended well.
This morning we went to JCPenney and I bought some Christmas pajamas. For both WarMan and my son. I didn't dare purchase more without DarkKnight and PunkRock to try the sizes on - everyone seems to take a much smaller size than normal with this particular brand.
Overall the weekend was ok, I suppose. There were definite terrible times and some really good times too. I told WarMan that I really don't know how to have fights - I am not used to having to do that sort of thing. I just don't have any at all with DarkKnight, and not many disagreements are had with PunkRock either. The only romantic relationship that had me so out of sorts was when I was dating M, and that obviously did not end well. To be fair, our back and forth was due to him canceling get togethers and dates and not following through with plans, and I feel my upset was justifiable. He talked a good game.
With WarMan, things are different. He confuses me a lot - he deviates from the main issue and brings in side things that I think should be handled separately, if they even are problems. Honestly, I was so emotionally exhausted in the middle of our arguments that I forgot what the main point was. I literally could not remember. WarMan said that with Monkey he will sometimes actually write down what the main point is so they both know what the focus is. I was like, holy crap - are your fights so drawn out all the time?!?
Thinking about it, right now, I am starting to get teary. At one point he was pointing out how with PunkRock I knew right away we were meant to be together, and how I feel like he and I are soul mates, etc. WarMan has mentioned this at least 2 other times in the past and how his own first date with me wasn't described in my journal as favorably. It kind of hit me that I had never told him, so I grabbed his hands and made him look at me, to tell him that though I hadn't felt lightning on our first date, I absolutely feel like he belongs in my life and in my heart now. I was like, holy shit, I have turned my household upside down, made my schedule an unholy nightmare and I am actively making long term future plans that include you - how could you not understand that I find you totally fucking amazing?
I think both of us have insecurities that frustrate the other. Yesterday was just a mess but I am very optimistic that things will be better.
Saturday morning was much less fun. We had a huge fight. I had DarkKnight pick me up when we decided to take a break from the circular argument, and then after lunch WarMan met me at Panera Bread. I thought he dumped me, and vomited in the bathroom. He sent me a series of frantic texts saying he hadn't broken up with me and that I had cut him off before he could finish his thoughts. Yeah, it was a mess. He cried a bit and we were both frustrated. He told me that these sorts of misunderstandings happen with Monkey a lot and he just can't understand why - his brain doesn't think he is talking in circles, but everyone tells him he is. We worked things out and managed to get it together in time to go to dinner at his friends' house, which ended up being 9 people, including us.
It ended well.
This morning we went to JCPenney and I bought some Christmas pajamas. For both WarMan and my son. I didn't dare purchase more without DarkKnight and PunkRock to try the sizes on - everyone seems to take a much smaller size than normal with this particular brand.
Overall the weekend was ok, I suppose. There were definite terrible times and some really good times too. I told WarMan that I really don't know how to have fights - I am not used to having to do that sort of thing. I just don't have any at all with DarkKnight, and not many disagreements are had with PunkRock either. The only romantic relationship that had me so out of sorts was when I was dating M, and that obviously did not end well. To be fair, our back and forth was due to him canceling get togethers and dates and not following through with plans, and I feel my upset was justifiable. He talked a good game.
With WarMan, things are different. He confuses me a lot - he deviates from the main issue and brings in side things that I think should be handled separately, if they even are problems. Honestly, I was so emotionally exhausted in the middle of our arguments that I forgot what the main point was. I literally could not remember. WarMan said that with Monkey he will sometimes actually write down what the main point is so they both know what the focus is. I was like, holy crap - are your fights so drawn out all the time?!?
Thinking about it, right now, I am starting to get teary. At one point he was pointing out how with PunkRock I knew right away we were meant to be together, and how I feel like he and I are soul mates, etc. WarMan has mentioned this at least 2 other times in the past and how his own first date with me wasn't described in my journal as favorably. It kind of hit me that I had never told him, so I grabbed his hands and made him look at me, to tell him that though I hadn't felt lightning on our first date, I absolutely feel like he belongs in my life and in my heart now. I was like, holy shit, I have turned my household upside down, made my schedule an unholy nightmare and I am actively making long term future plans that include you - how could you not understand that I find you totally fucking amazing?
I think both of us have insecurities that frustrate the other. Yesterday was just a mess but I am very optimistic that things will be better.
It seems like a awful lot of these fights are occurring because of something one or both of you have or in this case haven't written in your blogs. I know it was suggested in his thread but I just have to wonder if things wouldn't go smoother between you 2 if you weren't reading each other's "diaries". I can't imagine having access to the inner workings of my girlfriends mind and I certainly wouldn't want her to have access to mine.
When I was involved with S2, early on, I suggested he visit this forum to get perspectives on being mono involved with a married poly woman, and I asked that he steer clear of my blog thread.
Instead, he chose to steer clear of the entire forum so I would have a "safe space" to express myself and get advice without worrying about what he might see.
Different people have different levels of need for privacy, but I think at least some privacy might be beneficial for most people.
Instead, he chose to steer clear of the entire forum so I would have a "safe space" to express myself and get advice without worrying about what he might see.
Different people have different levels of need for privacy, but I think at least some privacy might be beneficial for most people.
Bluebird
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All 3 of my guys know I write here, and all of them read, with varying degrees of interest and regularity. Most of the time, WarMan is the only one who makes comments - both online or in person. It doesn't bother me, but it definitely seems to be causing him stress. I have yet to feel as if I am stifled or unable to be safe here - I have told him a few times that I will not censor myself, and that he should decide to continue to read or not, accordingly.
This last upset had not much at all to do with my journal that I've written recently.
This last upset had not much at all to do with my journal that I've written recently.