Interrupted

My Life Thus Far
2016-10-31 05:26:35 (UTC)

Sex As Medicine

Today was one of those days that consistently felt like it could go south at any moment. I'm proud of myself for not letting it, and all-in-all it was a great day. I think part of my problem was the usual waking up with that dreaded doom and gloom feeling. The only thing that's really looming over my head is getting through the next two weeks on less than $400. I have to keep reminding myself that I've done more with less, and yes I know millions of people survive on very little. $400 would be a dream, but that isn't how I've struggled to live my life. It's okay, though. It's for the greater good.

I did something I don't normally do. As I was standing in our bathroom going through my usual morning routine (brush teeth/wash face/etc.) I noticed that Snookums had woken up. I don't know why, but I just felt so horny. Perhaps because be put it down so good last night, I needed to go back for more. Whatever the reason, I initiated sex. I stopped what I was doing, slowly climbed on top of him, and started kissing his neck and nibbling on his ears. That's his kryptonite. Ear nibbling. It didn't take long to get him going. Needless to say, that helped burn off that residual anxiety about everything in life my brain likes to stress about late at night and first thing in the morning. Sex as medicine. An anti-anxiety in my case.

Keenan asked last night if we could go on another one of our nature walks today, and I was totally down for that... unfortunately the weather wasn't. It's getting to be that time of year when getting outside gets to be harder and harder. The weather report said it wasn't supposed to start raining until after 4pm, but it was raining from the time I woke up until we walked out the door, never letting up for more than a few moments. I had a plan B, though. One I knew the kids would be over the moon about!

I didn't tell them where we were going, I just pulled into Michael's parking lot (a craft store, if you aren't familiar) and had my little ducklings follow along. It finally came to them (what we were going to do) as we were standing in the paint section. I found a set of acrylic paint pots that also came with a small brush for $2.99 each. An absolute steal. I got the primary and neon sets, and we also picked up a bag of rocks to paint (since we didn't have rock foraging weather), and the tiniest can of clear sealant I've seen. The perfect amount. Right next door to Michael's is a Dollar Tree. We stopped in there and got a plastic table cloth to protect the dining room table, a storage box for rock painting supplies, and another pack of multi-sized paint brushes. Everything we needed to make our own Kitsap Rocks to hide! So that was most of our afternoon into the evening. We painted rocks. I made a little sheep and a polka dotted one. Annie ended up taking the polka dotted one for herself. I can always make another one. Since the rocks we bought were black, I painted a little cloud on the bottom of my rock in white so I could put the Kitsap Rocks hashtag. When Keenan saw how well I could draw clouds, he made me draw clouds on the bottom of all his rocks, even though I told him he could just paint me a little white spot so the hashtag could be seen. He insisted upon clouds. Which was fine with me. Rock painting is very zen. We will definitely be doing it again soon. Not to mention, it's a cheap hobby. I spent about $16 for all the supplies. Including rocks, which we won't have to buy again, because I'll be sure to amass a free stash by then.

Since the weather didn't cooperate, and I was busy crafting all afternoon, by the time the kids went to bed I was nowhere near my step goal. I didn't feel like going to the gym at 9pm, so I figured I'd just step it out in my room. But man, was I not looking forward to it. Usually it's just 1,000 or 2,000 steps I need to make up. Not over 7,000. Lucky for me, I bought a book yesterday that's got me very entertained. It's called You Can't Touch My Hair. The title caught my attention because getting my hair touched by strangers is an ongoing occurrence in my life. After reading a little more of the cover, I learned that it's so much more than just about hair. It discusses issues black folks face on a regular basis, feminism, systemic racism, and lots of other heavy topics in a very comedic fashion. I had high hopes for it, and so far it isn't disappointing. I walked in place while reading, and before I knew it my phone was congratulating me on making my step goal, and I'm 100 pages in. Phoebe Robinson is funny! How have I never heard of her before?




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