While Saturday was fine, mouse kept busy with the day, children and housework and we had dinner plans that evening, things went well. Yanno, Sir wasn't thrilled with the dinner plans of the evening he was a good sport about it all and naturally admitted later it wasn't so terrible.
Sunday, however was face-palm fail. Last week, Sir had very plainly explained just last week that he'd be busy and needed mouse to rather step up. This meant to him, not to allow mouse to become concerned about him being distant. While mouse did have early successes with understanding the expectations. We woke kinda late, ate quick breakfast, and that sort of things. And, mouse had intended on keeping the children out from underfoot, the plans somehow got dashed. The baby wasn't cooperating and mouse became frustrated, not with baby girl, but just with the situation -- overall.
While Sir did spend a bit of time with baby-girl, it wasn't enough time to be really useful, read: not allowing mouse to catch a break. The bitchiness just oozed out of mouse. Sir announced he would do some work in his study and handed Babygirl off to mouse.
After Babygirl had a nap and woke having returned to being agreeable, mouse carried her into the study. We sat on the sofa in there as Daddy worked. Now, mouse found it nice to be close to Sir and Babygirl all smiles and giggles...
Now Daddy truely enjoys babygirl's laughter. It's like music to us both, well normally. Having said that, Sir glared at us and his expression was a combination of anger and annoyance, with a bit of...shock. He was shocked, after he had explained that work was busy; he explained, he went to the study to work. Realizing the error, mouse was contrite in her heartfelt apology. There was no anger or sarcasm (a rarity), just deeply sorry.
Sir didn't seem to notice, just waved her off. Leaving mouse in the midst of this "oh dear," moment. Not accpeting her apology left mouse feeling instantly dismissed and somewhat bereft (ah, there's a good Omega word) of speech.
Now, it's interesting because we will often joke that the dog who loves to lick as a way of expressing emotions or thanks; when told not to do so, will actually try harder. Thinking he's not doing it right or good enough. Why on earth mouse decided to take the dog's lead is...well...silly. In the moment all she could think was he was angry and mouse needed to make it right or fix it.
So, mouse entered the study carrying a glass of ice-water for Sir. Then came in carrying some lunch. Still, later rather not-so-innocently asked if he had checked his blood sugar. Now in her Tiffany-twisted blond brain, all this made sense. Try harder to show how much he's loved. It's ok to face-palm, but foolish mouse hadn't seen it yet. Still, she lovingly pestered him. All mouse needed was his approval, but received his icy silence.
After a nice meal did nothing to change his mood, mouse felt completely defeated. He would never forgive her!
Later, after rituals, a faster-than-normal-fuck, mouse was snuggled, her legs entwined with his and was thinking what to say, or maybe how to say the hurt she felt.
Sir listened to mouse, then had her turn to face him (normally, we talk with Sir to mouse's back) and asked her since when did acceptance of an apology require a "kiss and cuddle," from the Dominant? Sir explained, mouse's apology was thoroughly accepted by him and required no further action. And all mouse's extra efforts, in his mind was chalked up to just being pleasing and legitimate concern for his needs. Looking into his eyes, mouse could see he was being honest.
Another lesson learned -- really don't sweat the small stuff. Had Sir been super pissed, he probably would have made it very clear instead. Odd, how mouse stumbled backward into something rather profound that spoke more about her fears than her willingness to please. While Sir will say it doesn't matter much how you arrive at the conclusion, so long as you do...Maybe mouse should just leave it at that and apply it.
Song selection: Moonlight Drive; The Doors