Daily life again

Tilda and I have been virtually confined to the walls of our house for a week by now. We have both caught a bad cold, but this time it was much easier for Tilda to cope with everything. For me too, because her breathing was not nearly as bad as the first time. We were told to slacken off  and so we did, with a few short trips to get fresh air. :) The worst of this infection is over and the real problem for us was more like that we were (are) not allowed to visit granny under any circumstances. Her immune system is too weak at the moment due to the chemo. She is strong and has even managed two calls this week and we are happy about it. There will be better times for us to spend time together.But the hugs are missing. :( I know I am greedy. But at the moment things are actually getting much much better for her, so we feel like everything goes the way we hoped it would. 

Tilda is 20 weeks and 2 days old today. :) Imagine that, it almost feels like she has been here with us forever, almost. I wouldn't want to miss any moment with her and when you have time to think about these things ... wow. We are grateful and happy.

We definitely have been kept busy here. :) For the last week our honeybee has also started chewing like mad on her hand or any toy she could grab. I thought she might be getting closer to having her first tooth, but I am not sure as there are no other signs yet and at the moment I think her slightly uneasy nights are due to the infection. Well, besides, I could wait much longer for her first tooth, because of nursing (and because nip-torture is supposed to be hubby's department). 

We are talking and singing an awful lot throughout the day, and I do not mean that I am the only one talking then! Tilda replies and tells her own stories in her own style of chatter. She even comments when I do some of the dishes in the kitchen. It is a kind of ritual for us and I do that simply because she loves it at the moment. Our dishwasher would usually hold more, but that would spoil the fun for Tilda. :) I put her into the baby carrier so that we face the same direction (kitchen sink), and I can smell her all the time because her hair is right at my nose. :) And when I do the dishes, we talk. She is always pretty excited about plates. She is ok with cups or glasses, spoons are fine,  but for some reason she enjoys plates, anything round and big. Maybe because she can put them into her mouth and chew them? Maybe it is that I have praised the advantages of plates too much? Dunno, but she wants them in her hands, no, in her mouth. Tasty! ;)
She cannot even really chew, because we have not started solid food yet, but she munches away on a good old plate, chewing, savouring the delicate flavor of clean pottery. Yummy.

I hope you all have a wonderful second half of the week!

Blogger policy update-question

I got an email from Blogger, probably many here got that. They say they won't allow nude images, unless they are artistic, educational etc.... 

My idea was that this mail was sent to all who have ticked adult content in the settings. 

In general I am sure I don't have pictures about nudity in my blog, but I have a handful of those which I thought nice and maybe a little juicy, like this one.

I mean you cannot see any private parts, can you? And I don't believe I have any of that in my blog. Well, I have a few spanking pictures where the bum is on display. 

 

Could this be too naughty for them? There are no private parts visible, only a red bum.

So, my question is, could it be a problem that I have Santa spanking a naughty lady or something like this? Maybe someone knows what Blogger means with nudity. If that means stark naked, then fine, I don't think I have that, but if it includes a girl wearing a thong, shoes and a bikini top, hmm, I have one or two of them somewhere in my blog. 

Anyways, sorry for this boring  stuff and maybe someone knows better than I do what this is about. 

I hope you are having a wonderful week :)

Thank you, Saturday bum, long term presents

I love me a dainty title, don't I? :)

As you maybe know my 3^rd granny has fallen seriously ill. These news brought me completely down and the days till Friday night have not been good. She is meant to stay in hospital for now, but the doctors say that her chances are good. So, finally, after around 50:50 they have become more optimistic and speak about healing her, if …. They say she has to start her chemo almost immediately, but all of us are very hopeful and we are all simply grateful that she has this new chance. You know what, although granny is awfully focused on the months ahead of her, she is finding a way out of her protective shell and is pulling down some of her walls again. I am so happy about that happening! 

And I want to say thank you to all of you who have her in their thoughts, prayed and sent positive energy. I know this helped and I do not even have the words to say how much it means to me that you did that. Thank you, you are wonderful!

No surprise, throughout the last week I was more than tense and not only I was glad that hubby could help out. I got spanked more between Friday to Sunday than I would have imagined. I asked (twice) and hubby obliged gladly, because he would have taken action sooner or later anyway. It was not punishment. Instead I felt so much relief and these moments allowed me to laugh again. It is not I who carries the heavy burden, no, that’s my granny. But to see her suffer is horrible, and to see her retreat is not like her, well, the circumstances are not normal either, are they?  She needs time for herself too, to cope with what’s ahead of her. Still, I don’t want her to feel neglected or alone, and I want her to know that we all love her.

 I think the point is that I want to see her surrounded by love, so that she can take a lot of strength out of it. Well, the days have become better because the docs had all in all better news. We see it in granny and she sees the future brighter again too.

And while granny is showing much more of herself again, I was still not completely at peace with all this. Imagine that, after two intense spankings which I asked for, hubby even added a third one, but that was far less intense and my bum is very grateful for that. We had a wonderful reconnection which was not overshadowed by any negative thoughts. Hmmm, coming to think of it I couldn’t think at all. :)

The Saturday morning bum

Being spanked again is wonderful, well I have whined throughout last year how much I missed it. But suddenly we have to make sure that any marks are more hidden than ever. Especially from Friday to Saturday I get loads of arnica on my bum now, :) because of the baby swimming course on Saturday morning. I have not felt that self-conscious about being in a swimsuit for ages (maybe I have, but that's weight-related and different), I think, but suddenly I am looking for a mirror. We even had a Saturday morning bum review, to make sure no marks can be seen, or maybe only one. It was all ok. I had two big bruises right at the centre of the South Pole, well hidden under the swimsuit and I felt a little naughty in the pool, wondering if anybody could guess.

I have had a few bruises on my bum or legs for years and nobody cared, but that was in pretty big indoor swimming pools. In this tiny therapy pool though, you are suddenly so close to everybody that they can see it all. Imagine a sort of sardine tin filled with water, mommies and babies in it. Thank God the babies are at the centre of attention.

Nevertheless, our new Saturday morning bum control ritual will be there for a long time, I guess. :) 

I'd love to have one of these, the one on the right looks awesome and can cover a bit, too

On a maybe funnier side, I think in one of the last entries I mentioned that I am not the one who is able to keep a poker face. Ooops I did it again. A very close friend’s birthday is this week and we met yesterday … after I had finished her birthday present. We visited her, only a short visit, Tilda and I sat down and it took my friend maybe the time to pour in my tea (! she had the coffee :) ) before she told me that I had made a present for her. :( This sucks, but it was funny too and for the safety of everybody we should be glad that I am not a spy! … 

Since she virtually told me what her present was, I think I can tell here too. I made a new collage with different pictures, moms and babies who are close friends and family. So, the only major difficulty in that was to collect the pictures from all of us secretly. And nobody told her a word, they promised. I denied everything, but my 'Stop asking, it is supposed to be a secret' was either not helpful or far too late.

Christmas is soon - presents finished?

So, if you enjoy collecting things to put them together and arrange them nicely, I can absolutely recommend such a project. One project I have written about before, in some very old entry, was that I had collected funny things that hubby had said. Do that for one full year, carry pen and paper with you all the time (I do, but that’s primarily because of mommy-brain) and write all the little things down. It is hilarious and will make such a wonderful book present full of good memories.

You have to be really sneaky if you write things down, and this works best when you write the quotes down immediately after they were being said. Otherwise you’ll forget or use different words. 

 not mine, but wish I had seen them earlier!

Wishing you all a wonderful and most awesome second half of this week!

The Ok-timebomb

Yesterday, early in the morning, hubby saw me when I entered the kitchen with Tilda. “Hey, there are my two lovely girls! Good morning.” He was in a hurry, came over, hugged, we cuddled and without me having said anything I got one of his long looks and he asked “Are you ok?” I thought I was, seriously, only a little tired. Hubby left, but he was not too sure that I was right. He is my reader, but if you block off reading is not always easy, is it?

 

Tilda and I kept ourselves busy throughout the morning and I told her the newest stories about Mr and Mrs sock who went on a stroll, they went here, tickle tickle, and there tickle tickle, tickled the tummy, kissed the cheek, well, you get the idea. Laundry time is fun time. :)

Hubby made a short visit for lunch, which means there is not much time, but he got me into talking about my 3^rd granny. He did not ask whether I was ok verbally, he asked by looking at me, and I did not tell anything, because I thought all was under control; I am maybe tired. He got his answer nevertheless. ->I cannot even buy a birthday present secretly because it shows in my face and I am excited like a four-year-old and want to tell and everybody knows what’s going on. So, I am one of those who has to tell “I have a birthday present for you, but don’t ask me what it is because that would spoil the fun.” 

After lunch I had time to look at my emails. In Cat’s comment about Cora she had asked whether I was ok and I still thought I was, but this was the third time that I was checked on and actually it was the first time that I wondered about it. I had been worried all the time because of my 3^rd granny. She is currently in hospital and we had no news on Monday. She’ll be there at least till Friday and maybe later today is the only chance for us to visit her there this week. “It’s only a short stay” she said and I do get that she doesn’t want too many visitors or phone calls. No, I don’t really get it, maybe some. I don’t want her to feel lonely and I know she must feel that way, because she wants distance at the moment. Not from me, from everybody. :(

The last wake-up came from Amy later Monday afternoon. She had called and it has taken her about three words to interrupt me and tell me to let it all out. She had thought about my granny and knew beforehand that I’d have difficulties. We talked a long time, but all in all more about very old memories, because they start coming up with force these days. But I did feel much better from talking about it too, some stupid memories are there but I can handle that. I get a lot of support, online and at home, so, once the first days of March are over, all will be fine again.

But I do admit that there are too many things going on that bother me. I woke up last night, couldn’t sleep on, went to my easel, taped some paper on it and made some drafts. If Amy had seen any of these she’d have been worried, because she would have recognized them immediately as she has been through this with me and because of me. But I am not going to worry her more than I already have. She does not deserve any of that. I threw the drafts away and that made me feel really good.

Nevertheless, I wish that I had a ‘be an enigma-day’, only once a year, so that nobody could read me this easy and a down-time like this could quickly be forgotten again because nobody notices. Only one day, because otherwise I do not want to have any walls up, they are horrible because they stop those we love and who love us. 

 

Tuesday morning, I am certainly hormonal and still worried, but all it took to be better was Tilda. I breathed my little honey-bee in, we cuddled and played and she will help with the laundry again. :D  Maybe you know that there are moments when more sun and a complete make over are in order. I think right now I am there.

I don’t know how Tilda would cope if I was not blond, had a darker colour instead and the hair were shorter. Hmm, hubby is not strictly against it, but I’ll see that I do only something he likes to see. We’ll discuss that in detail and maybe my willingness to cut off hair will leave again, but I’d like a change. If I do change my style it could mean that the next baby would see me dark-haired first. Definitely no baby yet, but we are currently doing all it takes, with a lot of pleasure. :) So, it is not only the blahs here, but some worries have overshadowed the last days so much more than I was aware of. 

And even more so now

I hope that you all have a wonderful and awesome week 
with lots of kisses!

The carpenter

Some real life from the past, when I was drifting away from my best friend, Amy. I wrote this down, because of a recent phone call that stirred up everything.

In the weeks prior, everything between Amy and me had gone wrong and I was overreacting. “I need distance, maybe our lives are too different by now, maybe we just need a break”, and this about her out of all friends. I was wrong, was lonely and miserable all the time while I kept away from her and it was well-deserved self-punishment (a spanking would have helped more!) but the terrible part of it was that Amy suffered no less, something I could have ended any time. :(

I looked for a small flat, went to the address I had been given and entered the flat in a wonderful older building. In front of me was a short man, short sandy blonde hair, a dark brown leather cap which I automatically connected with alternative lifestyles, student-like, strong hands with a nice tan although it was almost winter, dark well-worn leather wristbands, a sandy brown leather jacket, light brown, but sturdy corduroys, dark leather boots which I found rather small. ‘So, this must be a carpenter’ I guessed. 

He was standing with his back right before me, blocking the hall. Obviously, he had not noticed. “Excuse me Sir, could you let ….” She turned around. She had warm and quick grey eyes, peeked through silvery round glasses, a face that was a little bit boyish but had a rather feminine touch to it, and I think she was surprised too. I went bright red immediately. This was so embarrassing. I had thought she was a carpenter, a man, in addition to that. Maybe she was a carpenter, but she was definitely not a man. Her jacket was open and she had a white T-shirt under it, barely hiding her perfect breasts, … just to hammer the message home. 

My red face became sweaty, because I had not wanted to be unfriendly or anything like that. I had just assumed … . “I am sorry. I just wanted to pass.” She, on the other hand was slightly amused by my embarrassment and faux-pas. “No problem, my mistake” what a friendly voice, thoughtful and quiet. I do have a weakness for certain voices and this one was fascinating. Somehow her voice was so much softer than her looks, and then again it went well together. In a different situation I’d have loved to listen for hours, but now I was simply embarrassed by the situation. 

The same moment the estate agent came and told us about the flat. He had our addresses, phone numbers and apart from the maybe-carpenter there was only a business-like looking woman and I. The business-woman did not like this flat, she had a sour face, maybe worse than what I must have looked like. Probably the flat was too small? Wrong part of town? So, I thought this was between this quiet woman who obviously enjoyed looking a little bit rough around the edges, and me. 

‘Cool flat, just like what Amy and I have. Darn, ‘had’ ‘ My thoughts went to her for a moment and I hoped she was fine. ‘Back to this flat.’ The price, two bedrooms, a living room, kitchen, bathroom, but no, it was not meant to be mine. It was not the red face that I could barely get rid of, but I went there with a bad conscience from the beginning. ‘Amy should look for a better friend. I shouldn’t have left her this way. It’s not her fault and that she is hurt is my fault, too.’ Some of my thoughts must have shown in my face. I was so miserable. The carpenter was so calm, she rested in herself, was so even natured and somehow unobtrusive that the estate agent described the flat more to her than to me. I hadn’t really listened anyway.

Accordingly, when we left, I visited a few other free flats and actually got some good news for another flat two days later. They were no happy news, because I’d created facts about moving away from Amy and instead of celebrating (which would only have been possible w i t h Amy) I was sad, felt bad for the sake of feeling bad and was just the greatest moron possible (Some gluten-free advice: talk to your best friend when there is a problem. It is what friends are for! If you can’t face her, leave a note, a clue, something).

So I went into the park, the weather was grey and cool, but at least it was windy, which felt great and it dried the tears because I was lonely and sad. I was overindulging in self-pity but had not found a way out yet. “I could go and talk to Mia. No, better not, I don’t want Mrs H to learn about my misery. Why don’t you simply go home, stupid? No, I don’t want to. Weak excuse. Parents? No option. Max? No, never. … Maybe I should go to…, oh what a cute ducky.” It went on like that, I pondered what to do next, talking into my huge scarf for everybody to hear. Sometimes I do talk to myself when I am alone (now, with Tilda, nobody notices any longer! Fooled them, they think I am normal! :) )-

Sitting there, sunk into my warm dufflecoat, hair tousled, watching, no, staring at ducks, someone approached. I didn’t bother. “Hello. Are you ok?” I knew the voice. It was the carpenter. This was going to be embarrassing again, because I was too confused and my eye-liner surely had left a tiny dark river downwards. I tried to wipe my face clean before I looked up. “Oh, hi.” Uneasy silence. ‘Not a clever way to get into small talk’. I bit my tongue and looked to the side, because I did not really want to show that I had cried. “I saw you sitting here, and since I got the flat that you also wanted I thought I could make up for it with a cup of tea. My name is Cora, btw.” I couldn’t avoid her eyes any longer so I looked up, pretty sheepishly I guess. “Nina. Great that you got the flat.” I was still no good at keeping the conversation going, was I? She took my arm and showed where to go. “Hey, come on, let’s go.” We had turned towards a nearby cafe. “Sorry that you are so troubled.” I stopped dead. Did I want that? She sympathized, gave me something I needed, but she was not known to me. And she saw my thinking. Not difficult, ever. “You don’t have to talk about it, sorry. I didn’t want to intrude. Just a tea. ... Or coffee, if you like that better.” She smiled and showed brilliantly white teeth. Just as perfect as her… Coffee?! I nodded and she shoved me forward. “Yes ok, sounds good. Thank you.” What did I thank her for? Was it really for the coffee?

Once we sat we quickly got our tea and coffee and I took some time to observe Cora. She made a ceremony out of dunking her tea bag in and out carefully. Cora had her cookie eaten slowly while I did not touch mine. I was so not hungry. ”Are you going to eat your cookie?” I was puzzled. My thoughts were several streets away, not really here. That’s so impolite. “Sorry? No, it’s yours.” She gave me a long strange look. “Ok, so what are you doing? Art school?” Wow, that was a surprise. Now she had my attention. “Yes, that’s true. How could you know that?” She smiled. “Just a guess. You look the part.” I looked down my dress. “Oh thanks”. Nevertheless, she made me smile, for the first time in days. “Aha, what does an art student look like then?” I thought that I was wearing a rather respectable look, more like a secretary or office assistant in dark blue.

Cora grinned, trying to hide it without success. She was teasing me and enjoyed that I had taken the bait. She dunked the tea bag in again, put it aside, took the cookie and did the same to it and slowly bit off a tiny piece. The cookie had all her attention but in between she looked from the cookie to me. “I have seen it in the estate agent’s list. He had written that down. I felt sorry for you then. You looked so lost.” Urgh, wrong turn, downer ahead. “Yes, trouble with my best friend. … But I don’t want to talk about that. Please.” Short silence ‘Either that or I’ll go’. Cora took the clue. “It’s ok. I know what that feels like.” Huh? What did I miss? We are still talking about Amy and me, aren’t we? I should go.

“Do you know that you made me laugh when we first met?” Instead of leaving the café I wanted to know what this was about now. “OMG, it was so embarrassing. I had only seen your back and had mistaken you for a ca… .” Inside I scolded myself ‘Yeah, good job, stupid. Doing it again’. But I found relaxing was very easy with her. Meanwhile Cora eyed me curiously. Of course she had noticed that I had stopped mid-word and I am awful at hiding things anyways. She leaned back casually, whereas I sat there and did not know whether to tell her or not. “ Ok, I only saw your back and thought you were a man. I am sorry for my mistake. This is embarrassing.” She laughed. “You said ‘ca…’, so who is that?” She made me smile and I had forgotten my self-inflicted troubles for the moment. “I thought you must be a carpenter.” I leaned back, prepared to be laughed at. She giggled, pretty girly-like, which I found funny, because the clothes and her appearance told another story. She obviously enjoyed that I had told her. “What?! How could I know?!” Now she laughed at me. “Why a carpenter?” So I told her “because of your hands, they look so strong and because of your clothes.” Cora leaned forward. “You are right about the hands and arms. But I am not a carpenter. Guess.” It took me a while but with a few clues I guessed correctly that Cora was a physiotherapist. We got along really well and I forgot my sorrows for a while.

I felt really comfortable with Cora and she had told me that she had already moved some of her things in her new flat. “It’s not the Ritz, but if you have trouble finding a bed I could offer you half of mine, if you don’t mind living between cardboard boxes for the next few days.” I had no better place to go, meaning I did not want to go where I should go to. “Yes, that’s fine. I can move into my flat in three days, if that’s ok for you?” She was very happy to oblige and maybe part of this was because she saw the relief and the sadness that mixed in my face. I bought a toothbrush on the way and we entered her flat in the dark. It was still pretty empty, apart from her huge bed. Most boxes were in the kitchen and in the other bedroom. There was no electric light in the bedrooms and living-room yet, but she had candles which made everything appear cozy and romantic. 

I had put my coat somewhere and sat on the edge of her bed while she rummaged through one of the few boxes. It was not cold, but I shivered from exhaustion. If she’d leave me alone for a few minutes I’d be asleep. She threw a white T-shirt and a grey pair of sweat pants towards me. “For tonight. You do not seem to have clothes nearby, have you?” She smirked and showed her brilliant white teeth again. She really had a pirate smile in some moments and I love that. Cora was right. I had nothing with me and the dress I wore was the same I had been wearing when we had met the first time. Of course she had noticed. She disappeared and I put on what I got from her. The T-shirt was too tight, the pants were too baggy, but they were soft and comfy. “Cute” she said when she came back from the bathroom. It seems she had given me her only sweat pants, because she was only wearing a big sleep shirt. I did not tell her, but it looked as if she had shed her armor and instead of the robust carpenter I saw so much more of a fragile girl. “I don’t know how I could ever mistake you for a man or a carpenter. I am sorry about that.” It was out and only then did I realize what I had said. “Thank you.” I wanted to bang my head against the newly painted white wall. She stood there, maybe not sure what to say after such a silly comment. So, I took my toothbrush and went quickly into the bathroom without looking at her. ’Maybe I should not open my mouth till tomorrow. All I say tonight is stupid.’

When I returned from the bathroom, she had already lit more candles in the room, opened a bottle of wine and sat on the inviting bed. She gave me a glass. “When I drink this now I am done for. I have not eaten enough today.” She pointed at a tray with bread, cheese and grapes on the window sill. “I know that, because I heard your stomach in the café.” Not this topic again. I went over and cut off some to give to her and kept some to eat. “I will be drunk immediately, I cannot have much wine.” Cora nodded. “That’s my plan,” I saw her white teeth virtually glow in the dark. “But if you have a hangover you are in best hands.” Well, ok. We had a funny evening, maybe funny because I had one sip and my cheeks went bright red again. Cora was impressed. “Yeah, that is really quick!” The wine had made me tired and I almost dozed off in front of her. “See? I told you, I couldn’t have any …” 

Silence, then Cora moved. She had taken the wine, bread and cheese away from me and I woke half up again, but coherent thinking and speaking was impossible. “Why me, here?!” She stood next to me, put everything aside and tucked me in. Another thing I love. I was more asleep than awake when she answered. This time her look was more serious and caring. “I told you. You looked lost.” 

Since  I do not recall all the things we have talked about and have not written all that was said, there is a little poetic license. So, the last line was actually said, but only in the morning and there was much more then. Cora's lovable cheeky and very caring character came through much stronger than I could ever describe, and my self-reproach was far more intense, too.

I hope you have a wonderful weekend!