Today, there is nothing. There isn't a song, there are no words. There's just been a lot of cleaning, cooking, taking care of the kids; there's been birthdays and holidays mouse hardly understands. There's been blow jobs and sex. Rope and meditations. There's been exercising three or four days a week. There's been brunch with good friends, phone conversations and party planning. Fall yard cleanup and decorating. Busy weekends and obligations. There are bags of of items to go to charity and more to follow. Lists are being constructed and winter clothing examined.
Yet, throughout it all mouse is calm. No feelings of being overwhelmed or that she can't manage. No struggles or emotional outbursts. Blissfully unaware of the problems around the world (not completely unaware, but forbidden from dwelling on the vastly unpleasant). The focus, of late, has been on Daddy, our family and most other things fall by the wayside.
Each night, mouse cooks dinner, puts on soothing music and lights candles -- when Daddy gets home it's his turn to be pampered and adored. It's comfortable for mouse and hopefully agreeable for our family as well.
.Sometimes nothing can be bliss.