I was feeling pretty upbeat and energetic (probably thanks to my new thyroid medication) on Saturday and decided that I was going to target all my pent up silliness on my men folk. So as not to fully go ham all over them I tackled and played with Daughter and Son first. It took me a couple of hours to feel like I had plastered them with my love well enough before I moved my attentions to the men folk.
I started with Boyfriend.
When it comes to him, nothing brings me more joy than messing with him. I gave him little pinches, and butt slaps. I shoved his head onto my chest and made motor boat sounds. I chased him around the house and stalked him with practiced ease.
We are down to one car….he was trapped. I ordered him to make me food - which he enjoyed thoroughly. And then fucked with him while he was preparing it. Anything I could do to make his daily tasks harder - I did. All the while giving him kisses and telling him I loved him.
When I finally got bored with that I turned my attentions to Husband. He’s not so easy to fuck with. He gets you back at every turn. And he’s quicker than me.
So I started with little kisses and the ever ridiculous “Do you love me?” game. Then it went from “Yes, I love you” to “Why are you pinching me, woman?!”
Pinches, butt squeezes, raspberries, and little licks turns into spankings, wrestling, big pinches, and my inevitable submission. Husband is a formidable foe. I had one hot bottom and was trying desperately to catch my breath by the end of it.
The perfect way to end my night and get me comfortable enough to sleep.
This morning I was still feeling handsy, so while Husband went top his mom’s house to help her I stayed home with Boyfriend and the kids.
Little did the kids know that they were about to witness mommy getting handsy with Boyfriend while he was making my breakfast. After the hoots and hollers subsided they grew bored of watching two of their parents be affectionate and made their way into the living room to play video games.
I never tire of being affectionate with my men folk and I am not afraid of letting my children see the love. As long as its not going overboard or moving into the rated r or x section, I am not afraid of letting them see how I prefer to be cherished. They see their dads kiss me and they see us hug and get playful with each other. They see their dads faces when I walk into the room and when we snuggle. There is no lack of affection in my house.
They also see how blissfully happy I usually am.
And to be fair,. they also see us when we argue (although we try to keep it to a minimum around them). They see us work through problems, and they see us say “I’m sorry” when its over and done with. Basically, we like to show them that we are real people who have chosen to navigate this world together.
We are a team - Daddy, Mommy, Itatte (it means dad), Daughter and Son. We laugh and cry together. We have each other’s backs and we aren’t afraid to ask each other for help if we need it. I’m proud of my little unit - we can conquer anything.
And now I’m feeling like I need to go give my kids the Attack of a Thousand Kisses. Have a wonderful and handsy Sunday!