service

Lazy

I don’t suppose it’s a very rational reaction but I haven’t made my bed in almost a month. I refuse on philosophical grounds. I’m also doing it to avoid the immediacy of a response I know will follow such a simple action. I started making my bed for Michael, because I wanted to please him [...]

Dishes

A few weeks ago I was bothering Michael about implementing a new task to augment the ones already in place. I do this periodically, to increase my accountability to him and help me feel like I am doing things in service to him. All of these rules have to do with me taking care of [...]

Waves

It was Monday evening, the last few hours of a holiday weekend, and I was supposed to be spending it with Michael. I would have been, too, except Susan was sick and had been unable to go back to her hometown and thereby free Michael to come spend time with me and my girls. Needless [...]

Antsy

I was provided with a most lovely opportunity to be of service to a group of people last week and I was thrilled. I loved it. I went home afterward feeling more alive and awake than I have in weeks.
Thanksgiving dinner with eleven people, including myself. I sat at the left hand of the [...]

Frenzy

“Pent-up sexual frustration leads to unprecedented house-cleaning binge.”
That should be my headline for today. I spent five hours yesterday, most of them naked and aroused, in close proximity to Michael with nary the chance to relieve any of my sexual desires. I went home exhausted and worked up, ate a quick dinner, put the children [...]