I am so thrilled when he comes home. Many of you have often said you don't know how we do it. Him gone a month and home a month. We make it work, it works for us. It's not always fun, it's not always easy, but it's our life.
I will be honest with you. It is hard for me when he comes home. I have had to be in charge of the home while he's been gone. I am submissive by nature. By that, I mean it is my hearts desire to please my husband. I am also a very strong,
I have to remind myself that he is home. It is now my job to be the helpmate, the supporter, not the leader in the home. It is a constant struggle to remind the boys that Daddy is in charge. Even though, I work very hard to make sure they know that we talk and Daddy has the final say on any decision, be it permission, punishment etc... There are times I can't wait, but I will say, "This is the initial decision, however it may change once I talk to Dad."
He is a good man.. this man of mine. His intention when he comes home is to relieve me of many of my duties. It is a blessing. I have to remind myself not to be snarky if the towels are folded wrong, or the dishes aren't put away in just the way I want them. Or the laundry(clean) is piled on th bed. See, I am a creature of habit. Everything has a process, everything has a procedure, everything has a certain way they are done, put away... (YOU get the idea). He is trying to learn all those, and I am trying to relax.
I'm gonna end up with a spanked bottom. Somedays, this is a good thing. Truth be told, I'm a spanko and I enjoy it in our personal time. I gotta tell ya, not so much when I am in trouble. Makes no sense to me. I enjoy it in one avenue and the other terrifies me. Nobody ever said I was easy... All things considered, I sure will be glad to feel The Man's arm enfold me. There just isn't a safer place to be...