Summer Camp at Grandma's

I have a new laptop. I'd like to say that it is my reason for being quiet, and I suppose that's partly true. You see, I FedEx delivered it on my birthday, about ten minutes before Chris got home from work. I barely looked at it that day, as Chris had other plans for my evening. The next day, we went up to San Francisco and spent the night visiting with friends.

And then I spent three days scouring the house. No worries - Chris was gone for work anyway. I have trouble sleeping or blogging when he's not here. I'm too damn lonely.

The princess is gone, and I promised not to touch her room. On the other hand, the bed is covered with a variety of things, the sheets are filthy and I have already boxed up a number of sweaters and coats that are too small for her - I have a smaller cousin in the northern states that have proper winters who loves pretty pink as much as the princess. So I suppose I'm going to break my word and clean in her room a bit more but, really, the bed needs washed.

Moms are so peculiar. They worry about clean sheets and doctor appointments and back-to-school shopping. Grandmas, on the other hand, let their granddaughters spend five hours swimming. The princess has a grandfather who allowed her traipse through Grandma's house with muddy feet, and great-grandparents with a playroom full of toys and a swingset in the backyard for the horde of grandchildren and great-grandchildren who visit regularly. I haven't mentioned the aunt and uncle who came to visit with three playful godchildren for the weekend, a blond goddess who masquerades as Mama's cousin and the princess's out-of-state babysitter, and the bicycle without training wheels that just happens to be pink - Grandma borrowed it from a fellow-grandma-friend whose grandchildren didn't need it this week.

Chris got home last night (this morning?) at 1 AM after a full 8-hour work day and 7 hours of driving. By 9:30 this morning when he left I'd had five orgasms and he'd had two. I was handspanked and paddled. I was told I was naughty though I'd done nothing wrong, promised a hairbrushing, an ass fucking and some outdoor embarrassment. Chris took two showers, too.

It was no surprise to me when Chris fell asleep on the sofa after dinner tonight. Poor man is exhausted.

Me? I'm transferring files from old laptop to new. The princess believes she is inheriting the old one free and clear, and actually told me that she would play online games at pbskids[dot]org "whenever I want."

The child is not going to have as much freedom with it as she thinks, however. She doesn't know the password to log in. This is not one of the indestructible computers in the lab at school. laughing

She has a lot to learn.

I give her the ten days until school starts to make herself an expert.

Now then, I've got to go. I have this software to install, and more files to transfer off of the server. And, you know, I need to get Mah Jong working.

shalom...