It hasn’t been the best of days today.
Molly isn’t really a fan of Mothers Day (yes it is today in the UK, weirdo Brits) and I don’t really blame her, really it is the same as any other day except that she had children that wanted to make her breakfast that she doesn’t want and then she needs to take the Stepson to a football (soccer) game in the cold. This is on top of spending all day at her parents yesterday, the StepD leaving her Mothers Day gift that meant we had to turn around and drive all the way back. and me making a bone headed comment that hurt her feelings. So I spent the morning doing a bit of housework and making her Mothers Day dinner. She requested meatballs and a brownie cheesecake so I of course obliged.
What does this have to do with D/s…. sweet fuck all. Sometimes the grind of daily life can just overwhelm all the intentions you have for making each and everyday special and fun.
So to my beautiful hard working, long suffering wife (she is married to me after all) I am sorry that Mothers Day wasn’t what you had hoped. I am sorry that I was thoughtless and insensitive and I hope that tomorrow and every day after will be better and bright than the day before.
And remember, there are always more Meatballs and Cheesecake where they came from.