Wednesday, July 23, 2014
The Busyness of Returning from Vacation
Katie and I returned home after a nice vacation away. It was a chance to see children, parents, siblings and relatives as well as getting a bit of work in that I do every summer. It was also a time to rough it by camping for a few days and that experience is another post in itself.
The time away was relaxing and fun but once we got home, the time of leisure ended and life once more became a blur of jobs and tasks that needed doing. Unpacking a car, organizing 'stuff' before putting it way to make finding it next year easier, doing laundry, cleaning the car, catching up on bills and mail, watering plants, planting plants we brought home, etc. To say the least it was a busy day of getting organized. Katie had also planned on having seven women friends over on Monday (just 48 hours after getting home) and that meant an entirely new list of things needing done. Vacuuming, scrubbing floors, cleaning the kitchen, purchasing drinks and food and generally making the house look pristine for the Ladies was the order of the next two days. I don't think I've done so much house work in a long long time.
I kept telling Katie that if she just gave me a list I'd take care of it and she wouldn't have to do work but that was not to be. We scrubbed tile floors on our hands and knees together. We shopped together and although she kept adding to my list I knew she was busy for most of the time I was working somewhere inside or outside the house. I've come to the conclusion that I need to let go in my attempts to have her turn everything over to me. It’s not who she is and it’s apparently not what she wants me to be. Once Katie makes a decision she doesn’t change easily and wanting to make sure the house got cleaned was something she wasn’t going to leave to chance by not pitching in and helping at least some of the time. And it is nice to work with her, functioning as a team, with a common goal in mind. That part I enjoy immensely. I wish she wouldn't feel the need to work as much and simply turn me loose to work. I have quite a bit of energy left in the tank and love doing things for her. Being very goal oriented there is something in me that wants her to dare me to do the impossible.
I will say this, she is my Mistress – something I asked her to be almost over four years ago. It has taken her a long time for her to feel comfortable in that role. In a few areas she took to being the Mistress wife easily but in most it took many months before she came to the point where she accepted and enjoyed her ownership of me and was able to direct me without feeling bad or having to do chores herself. The process has been slow but it has been steady. I asked her just the other night how she felt comfi-wise and she commented that she feels mostly comfortable now telling me what to do and making sure I do things that will please her. But she did note that there are still areas that don’t feel normal yet.
The weekend before the Monday arrival of the ladies was replete with instances where she told me "I want you to do...." At one point on Monday morning I wanted to get the Kitchen counters scrubbed and cleaned yet I didn't get to it until several hours later because of all the "I need you to do X" tasks that kept me busy doing one thing after another of Katie’s growing list of new chores. Each time they came I couldn't help but smile as I tended to her to-do list knowing I had my own to complete - the one she had given me early that morning. It is during these times when I realize that I really am here to serve and in that vein I've woken the past few mornings telling her, "I will obey you, I will serve you and I will intentionally show you how much I love you."
Monday evening came. The house was clean and organized when the ladies arrived. Katie was able to relax and I was invited to sit on the deck with them and enjoyed a few hours of listening to their stories as they got caught up on one another's lives. When they left I cleaned up while Katie relaxed watching the news. When I climbed into bed she was already there - naked and waiting for me. I knew what her nakedness meant. She expected me to massage her. I did and did so with pleasure. What better way to end our day. And I fell asleep knowing I could sleep in. How sweet she is!