Anyone that's ever had a 9 to 5 knows the curse of Monday Morning, waking up earlier than you did all weekend, frustrated you don't get the love-making with your partner because you're scheduled at work in twenty minutes and its a fifteen minute drive, and nothing feels right, tastes right, or is great.
The weekend however. . . ah the weekend!
Yesterday we spent the day making love, preparing delicious meals, and preparing our house for winter. My husband cleaned our chimney, all the babies toys were picked up and put away, our wood pile was straightened and organized for quick and easy fire building once the snows hit. My book sales recovered from the inevitable slowing they do during the week. I even broke a personal record on Deep: A Rape Fantasy. In general it was a perfect weekend.
The good thing about Monday's though is that it gets me back to writing, lets me contemplate the new. . . inspiration I enjoyed with my husband this weekend. It allows me to remember that while my paycheck is not as large as I hope it will be some day I am fulfilling my dreams. I am working toward my goals. And my progress, while slow, is progress.
The weekend however. . . ah the weekend!
Yesterday we spent the day making love, preparing delicious meals, and preparing our house for winter. My husband cleaned our chimney, all the babies toys were picked up and put away, our wood pile was straightened and organized for quick and easy fire building once the snows hit. My book sales recovered from the inevitable slowing they do during the week. I even broke a personal record on Deep: A Rape Fantasy. In general it was a perfect weekend.
The good thing about Monday's though is that it gets me back to writing, lets me contemplate the new. . . inspiration I enjoyed with my husband this weekend. It allows me to remember that while my paycheck is not as large as I hope it will be some day I am fulfilling my dreams. I am working toward my goals. And my progress, while slow, is progress.
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