So I have two weeks of blogging to catch up on, but instead of boring you with day to day happenings I will try and keep it all to this one blog. Besides, it would take forever to get through the last two weeks of sassy sassy toes and the baiting of The Silence, knowing that he could do nothing about the sassy sassy.
I am going to blog about the flight over. And very briefly about the flight home.
I don't travel well. Three hours on a plane is my limit, before it is a case of aching legs, boredom and restlessness. This was my first flight of 8 hours to our first stop (Singapore) and then 4 1/2 hours to our final destination in China. And we left home at 5.30 pm, as it was the only time we could be dropped off to the airport. We did not need to be there until 10pm :(
The day we left was also the day of our daughters graduation from school. Also the day that it came home to me that she would be leaving home to continue her learning in 7 weeks time. So it was an emotional day all round, right from the start.
It was also the day of the Death of Mr GlueStick!!
Going to back track a bit here in case you are a first time reader (as I notice that I have some new followers..Hi to you all :)
Mr GlueStick is, or was, The Silences favourite 'implement'. He had read about it on someone else's blog and thought what a good idea it was, since it was effective as a spanking tool and also it was silent. He had used it, almost daily, since I am a slow learner :(
It hurts like h***!!! Has whip like tendencies if it reaches to far around the butt and I hated it with a vengeance!!
Anyway, the day we left was as I said, an emotional day, which resulted in some pretty rough bits throughout the day. I visited the distancing cave quite a bit, talked back and did all the things that one should not do when living the DD lifestyle. The Silence was pretty gracious throughout most of the day, but there came a point when he thought that he had better step up and take back control.
Out came Mr GlueStick. Well, probably not a good day for him to come out from the bedside draw, as by now I was an emotional wreck trying to keep everything together, including the dread about the flight.
He only got in about six good ones, before I was up and telling him that it was enough and that he was never going to use Mr Glue again. Yep, a major meltdown. But it did see the end of Mr Glue.
RIP Mr Glue. You are going to be sadly missed...NOT.
Anyway, this blog is starting to look rather long, so I had better get on with it :)
Did I say I hate flying? It is not the plane, or the take off or landing. It is the seats, the inability to get up and do something (and have a smoke :(
My legs start to ache round about the one hour mark. It is not good. It is not good knowing that it is going to be nearly 24 hours before you can actually arrive somewhere and MOVE!
I didn't sleep on the way over. (the flight left at 12.45 am) After a few hours I was starting to get a bit, just a tiny bit fractious. Grumpy, short tempered with whispered 'be careful's' in my ear.
Quite frankly at this point I didn't give two hoots what was said. I was still angry and upset about my own conduct with the Mr Glue episode, that I could not just 'suck it up and take it'.
The Silence could of whispered all sorts of statements in my ear, it would not of made any difference to the final meltdown in that plane. The Silent Melt Down, cried into the airline pillow at 2am.
Right then I could of walked up to the pilot and told him to set that dam plane down...anywhere, don't care where, just land the dam thing.
I was angry, upset, tired, and The Silence and daughter were asleep (which was a good thing). The person behind me kept poking the back of the seat all the time, the person in front watched movies that flickered across my eyelids every few moments. I know I complained loudly. I didn't care.
If we were at home and I had the attitude that I had, with all the comments I made to The Silence, I know I would of spent most of the time OTB.
We did finally arrive, and had a great time in China. A very busy time. I was good the first week, the second week was the week that things started to pack up a bit. A bit of PMT and a bit of sassiness that was nothing but pushing the buttons and knowing that The Silence could do nothing about it.
The flight back was slightly better. The Silence bought sleeping tabs for me in Singapore, after our 4 1/2 hour flight that left at 1.45am. I guess he didn't want a repeat of the trip over. Sleeping tabs are great if they work. I woke after an hour and a half with 5 1/2 hours to go....oh great :(
Yes, I was grumpy, and the plane was late leaving Singapore by almost two hours, so that when we finally made it to the airport at home, we had to circle for 20 mins while waiting for a space to land.
Patience it not a virtue I possess. I am learning it though...slowly. Very, very slowly, and more slowly than I would like to.
So our first day back was spent doing, yet again, a mini boot camp. We both needed the retraining. Today we are not having a boot camp day, but certainly are doing the 'you will jump when I say jump, and not ask how high' and ' you will not talk back, or have sassiness' etc. etc.
Anyway, missed you all while we were away. Only got into gmail once (thanks Fondles for posting my email, much appreciated) and blogger just was not happening at all. Strange being in a country that blocks most western sites.
Still have to read all your posts from the last two weeks. Right after I have a nap :)