We've spent the past 2 days driving back and forth from Seattle to start the refilling of our home.
I have done nothing from my 'todo' list, and it's making me very cranky. I need 'me' time. I need to feel like I've accomplished something in my day, or I get negative.
But the flip side is, I've spent 2 lovely days with Papi, and that has been wonderful.
When you're driving 3 hours each way, two days in a row, with two opposing thought processes, there's quite the 'spiel' going on.
And the car blasted with chatter.
My love had time to express feelings that were going on in that sweet, emotional mind.
For instance, why I wouldn't touch that fuzzy caterpillar under my love's nose, yet I had the urge to do so with my high school buddy.
Oh, but there was more!
It hurt my love that I didn't stroke this downy fur, but that conversation also turned into communication about my love's bruised ego, since I haven't gone near other body parts.
I am healing and learning a lot about my fears during this male transformation, but obviously not fast enough for Papi.
"It hurts that you won't look at my pussy and touch my facial hair."
It breaks my heart when I cause my love pain.
I reached over and stroked that furry little animal...
the one above papi's mouth, get your mind out of the gutter
... that I can't seem to keep my eyes off of.
It really was soft.
It was just like I envisioned how my friend's in high school would feel.
I was successful, and it made my love smile.
I'll have to go exploring my love's changing 5 Foot Vagina another time, as the next 2 days will be spent driving to the Okanagan with my mother.
that will be something to talk about i'm sure!
Anyway, I digress, but there is also that shaggy chin hair that's protruding. My love needed to talk about that too, however the moustache was where I drew the line.
What we had gone down for was an island for our kitchen. The first day we visited Seattle, my love went alone while I got pampered with a new tattoo.
When the newest addition of art was almost finished being etched into my skin, Papi stormed in to the tattoo parlour, angry that the island my love wanted was too far in the back of the warehouse for them to pull out in an instant, and that we'd have to come back the next day.
hence, 2 days in the U, S of A.
On this second day, I went with my love and saw the size of the island my love had chosen.
"Hell no! We don't live in a mansion my dear! This thing's huge!!!!"
"But it's the one I want."
ah the spoiled brat has spoken ...
"Honey, you're not the one cooking in the kitchen all day. NO!"
So, then the bargaining came.
We found one that I said would fit, and my love come's out with, "Ok. We'll get this one, but when we get home and measure it and the one I wanted would fit, you have to touch my chin hair. If I'm wrong, I'll cook you dinner."
I don't think I'll be touching that chin hair any time soon.
The woman of the house is always right.