Domestic servitude

Stumbling through the door after taking an early mark from work due to that continued bloody migraine...

Continued might one add because the migraine meds that one takes are loaded in gluten. Everything from the contents to the coating, that makes it dissolve on the tongue to deliver faster into the system, is gluten and taking it has side effects that are almost, but not quite, on par with the migraine. So here one is riding it out sans meds. And back to the doctor's one goes to get a script for the old medication that doesn't work nearly as fast, or as well, but at least doesn't render one sick on two fronts. Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit!

... one found that He had done the dishes again. The level of gratitude that little act generated was almost pathetic to be honest. He doesn't normally do random acts of house work. In fact it is rather the opposite.

It took a very long time to realise that He simply doesn't see mess the way one does. It's not that our views on mess are different, which they are, but that He literally doesn't see it at all. And oddly enough it doesn't occur to Him to do something about something that he can't see. Sighs it's a shame really...  intuitive domestic aptitude should be mandatory, rather like that other essential relationship skill, mind reading.

Don't get one small slave wrong He would love it if one spent more quality time in the uniform dancing around doing housework. He could watch it for hours... actually one suspects most men could. However, even He realises that one can't do it all and work and keep an active exercise life and, and, and... without some help. Besides that little disc, the one that is so apt to "slip" at the slightest provocation precludes certain tasks like vacuum cleaning. So He does pitch in when asked...

Now some readers here will understand when one says that asking causes some issues in its self, but that is not what this is about.

No this is about gratitude and about saying thank you so...

Thank you for all the help. It is appreciated.

And maybe to take a moment to share the fact that watching your naked little arse, as it pushes a vacuum cleaner around, is a sight that could also be watched for hours. If it weren't for the god awful noise the machine produces...

Yes that's right folks... the other cleaner here works naked

Sighs don't hate J