Wednesday, October 14, 2015
Returning home from a fun time away, I have had some difficulty. I do not enjoy re-entry at all. I enjoy the after-vacation-glow I feel, but I do not like that glow to center on my backside. Jet lag in my world will only be tolerated for so long. Then my Hoh steps in.
I feel so pulled in different directions: emails, real mail, unpacking, laundry, social events, family, projects, things to do. I jump from one thing to another never finishing any one thing. This way of doing things only happens when I return from being in time zones far away.
Jack simply watched in amazement as I worked through my first day home. I did nothing completely and everything in a jumbled fashion: leaving drawers open, not finishing sentences, not making sense, doing laundry, but never actually starting the washing machine, getting up at 3 am wide awake and ready to go, feeling fuzzy, not willing to nap, becoming upset as my list of things to do grew.
Finally, my sweet guy had had enough. He took me in his arms and told me that I had a choice to make. I was to nap and get the sleep situation under control or he would spank the daylights out of me. I protested saying I had far too much to do. Folks, that is all it took. Over his knee I went, bottom bared and the daylights were gone in a hot searing minute. I protested loud and clear saying my bottom had not been spanked in two weeks and he said that it was all the more reason to do a really good job. Finally, I quieted as he spanked. Then he tucked me into bed for the forced nap. He knows that I am not a napper. He said I was to stay there or there would be another spanking. I stayed and was asleep in seconds with a toasted bottom and a good feeling of being home.
Again this morning, I was up at 3 am. Will the day be a repeat of yesterday? Boy, howdy, I hope not.