Hey there. Had a busy couple of days. I had my nephews earlier this week. I played a poor substitute mother. Poor kids are probably traumatized, though I did manage to get them bathed at least once.
H has been coming over for dinner in the evenings, which has been very nice. The downside is that I don't feel comfortable just getting on with things around the house when he's here. It's like he's still a houseguest that requires my attention. I'd rather have fun with him, but I think I just need to lay down the law for both of us that it's housecleaning night.
For the record, my H and I are VERY affectionate with one another. I am probably more demonstrative than him, but he doesn't swat me away. We cuddle half the night when he spends the night. We flirt. We tease. We do all that fun stuff. I have no idea what is up with H, because he wasn't always so averse to foreplay. The last couple of years, it's as though he takes on this glum resignation as soon as it seems like we're going to have sex. Any supposition on why that is would just be playing amateur psychologist? Clearly there are other issues besides what's going on in my body and in my head, but he does not want to deal with them.
I had another strange dream last night. In it, my H and I were walking to a party with an elderly couple we know. The man, CB, died recently. We gradually began walking different paces. First, CB's widow began walking ahead of us. H and I were trying to catch up, but she just kept getting further in the distance. Then we realized that CB had fallen behind, and we'd lost him altogether. My H decided to try to go on ahead to catch up with CB's widow, but I couldn't catch up with him. Then a hail storm hit, and I had to divert into a tunnell. When I finally came back out to the street, we were all hopelessly separated. I hope that wasn't some kind of a omen dream.
