Everybody hates me
Guess I'll go eat worms.
Do you remember those days?
I do, and sometimes they don't seem very far away.
Last night I was so mad at Bill, I needed grappling hooks and bungee cords to stay in bed, yeah I was that close to the edge on my side. Not that he could touch me, hell he can't even face me with his foot the way it is but still...
Old habits die hard and when a women is mad she's on her side of the bed, period! If he'd been in a coma I still would have slept clinging to the my side of the mattress.
They say never go to bed mad. Whoever said that anyway! Were they even married? Did they have kids, financial issues, tons of medical bills? Somehow I don't think so.
I've gone to bed mad plenty of times. I've woken up mad, and stayed mad. The longest is three days I think, but then I'm good at it. Although those of you who know me may not believe it, I can shut up. (When I want to)
In my defense, I did say my prayers and I did pray for patience. It's not here yet, but hopefully it's coming.
As much as it pains me to admit it, some of it may have been my fault. I'm off my Motrin for a week so I can have some medical tests next week. This is difficult. I'm allergic to Tylenol, don't take narcotics and am in pretty good pain. Can pain be good?
Even my muses are hiding today. Since last Sunday I've written more than half of Maeve and Sean's story and continued to work on a very explicit novel about a young woman who has never been able to reach orgasm. I'm wondering if there's a connection between what's going on in her life and mine, lol.
Isn't that a terrible thing to say? On the other hand I can't be the only woman married to a terrific lover who happens to be out of commission. TMI? Right now writing about sexual frustration comes easily, no pun intended.
In Kiss Me, O'Malley, Sean has to behave as Maeve isn't his bride yet.
In His Little Margie, the good doctor, despite all his skills, (and they are many) can't seem to find the right combination of discipline, medical play and romance.
Lord, I just had a terrible thought. What if I have to wait for Bill to get better before my female characters get any? That just seems needlessly cruel!
Going out back with my bucket and spoon to dig up some worm, sigh.