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YOPJ - On an Off Day
He took a calm and thoughtful sip of his coffee and prepared for silence as he waited for my answer.
His chestnut hair pulled into a handsome work tail, my rock star lover of twenty years is as talented as he is handsome and productive. Looking out our bedroom window at fallow garden boxes, it's an obvious truth we couldn't use them because the three oldest flew the coop in an eventful year. We have also been cultivating something else. My husband is designing programs for Alexa. Not far fetched for a programmer.
"We could design a skill for Deep Underground Poetry!" I piped up almost as soon as he finished talking. Indeed, I was holding back to let him finish, just barely.
"Think bigger, Jess." His hazel eyes locked with mine and he continues, "Stories! I'm with story-girl! You are like a pig in ink!" He joked, but his point was serious. "Don't waste precious time on anything less than speculative. You could write a lot, and I have a stable of voices."
Setting a little boundary became my next goal... right around my little book writing fetish. "I need to keep my stories warm that I'm writing so I don't just forget." He looks at me quizzically. I continue. "I'm serious about not wasting our family-business time." We continue on talking this way until we manage to trigger each other.
He, dancing one leg to a silent punk beat, I chewing gum ferociously in deep thought, I finally break the pall. "Look at us! And I'm getting a pounding headache!"
"Okay, I'm calm now." He waves me into his open arms by the window and, reaching down, begins to massage my calves, because he knows my legs love massage most.
I'm touched but kissing him on his neck, I come up with a big idea. "I know what would really calm me down! You lay on the bed, on your stomach and I will give you a full body massage!" He loves massage even more than me and nothing makes me happier than running my hands firmly over him. So he lays down and I massage him.
Next thing, I'm in the arms of my delicious, breathing him in like a summer forest. Just a plain ole cuddle, ready to jump out to babysitter-assist at a moment's notice. "I just want you to be ready to take over everything." He says, lovingly, kissing my forehead.
Today, however, the only thing I took over was the bed. Between him and the kids I was fed and they were watched. Delicious chili was the menu! The headache didn't outlast the day.
Babysitting a sleepy pair under two years old, now, I write out the adventure.
His chestnut hair pulled into a handsome work tail, my rock star lover of twenty years is as talented as he is handsome and productive. Looking out our bedroom window at fallow garden boxes, it's an obvious truth we couldn't use them because the three oldest flew the coop in an eventful year. We have also been cultivating something else. My husband is designing programs for Alexa. Not far fetched for a programmer.
"We could design a skill for Deep Underground Poetry!" I piped up almost as soon as he finished talking. Indeed, I was holding back to let him finish, just barely.
"Think bigger, Jess." His hazel eyes locked with mine and he continues, "Stories! I'm with story-girl! You are like a pig in ink!" He joked, but his point was serious. "Don't waste precious time on anything less than speculative. You could write a lot, and I have a stable of voices."
Setting a little boundary became my next goal... right around my little book writing fetish. "I need to keep my stories warm that I'm writing so I don't just forget." He looks at me quizzically. I continue. "I'm serious about not wasting our family-business time." We continue on talking this way until we manage to trigger each other.
He, dancing one leg to a silent punk beat, I chewing gum ferociously in deep thought, I finally break the pall. "Look at us! And I'm getting a pounding headache!"
"Okay, I'm calm now." He waves me into his open arms by the window and, reaching down, begins to massage my calves, because he knows my legs love massage most.
I'm touched but kissing him on his neck, I come up with a big idea. "I know what would really calm me down! You lay on the bed, on your stomach and I will give you a full body massage!" He loves massage even more than me and nothing makes me happier than running my hands firmly over him. So he lays down and I massage him.
Next thing, I'm in the arms of my delicious, breathing him in like a summer forest. Just a plain ole cuddle, ready to jump out to babysitter-assist at a moment's notice. "I just want you to be ready to take over everything." He says, lovingly, kissing my forehead.
Today, however, the only thing I took over was the bed. Between him and the kids I was fed and they were watched. Delicious chili was the menu! The headache didn't outlast the day.
Babysitting a sleepy pair under two years old, now, I write out the adventure.
Published 2nd Dec 2019
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2nd Dec 2019 7:03am
Like that idea of an 'off day'! I am a cheerleader for keeping up the sexual romance in a long and (children wise) productive marriage/relationship.
2nd Dec 2019 6:00pm
Thank you!
It's a survival thing for the both of us at this point. We are like merged apple trees. We hope to bear up under the fruit we've grown by standing so close we bond through thick and thin.
It's a survival thing for the both of us at this point. We are like merged apple trees. We hope to bear up under the fruit we've grown by standing so close we bond through thick and thin.
2nd Dec 2019 8:21pm
3rd Dec 2019 1:09am
3rd Dec 2019 5:18pm
Thank you! That's a big win! I hope to build a book out of these called "Your Own, Personal, Jessica" (I love corny titles!) and call it a bio for parents who need a little courage.
