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I got the last of our things out of the old house. I dragged it to the new house and added it to the various piles. Now the trick is to dwindle those various piles into some semblance of a home.

I made it through the day without being too tired. Once we were done with dinner, I was tired. Maybe the food did it. I took a shower, changed the sheets on the bed and folded some laundry. The last thing on my mind was sex.

In our old house, the television in the bedroom was situated more on Lion’s side of the bed. When we snuggled, I only had to look over my shoulder a little bit. In this house, the television is more toward my side of the bed. Wouldn’t it make sense for Lion to snuggle closer to me so he’d have to twist his neck to see it? Nope. I was really under no delusion that he would. Just a pipe dream.

I mentioned that snuggling was more uncomfortable for me, so I only moved closer and put my hand on his leg last night. That wasn’t where he wanted my hand. He offered to pause the program but I wasn’t really planning on doing anything more than snuggle. Eventually I did do more.

Lion responded fairly quickly and stayed hard for a while, but it was evident nothing more was going to happen. He wasn’t getting excited enough to make it to the edge. He says he’s out of practice. Perhaps that’s true. It has been a while. And he’s got a new injury thrown into the mix. I just don’t know if I’ll play with him tonight. I need to unpack. I need to figure out what’s for dinner. I don’t know if I’ll have the energy for Lion.

Yeah. Yeah. I know. I need to make time for Lion. I get that. But unpacking has to take precedent. I’ve been so focused on getting everything out of the old house, I haven’t spent much time on the new one. And there’s only so long you can live out of boxes and use the same four forks because you can’t find the others. Picking your way between the bird cage and stacks of boxes to feed the parrot gets old really quickly. Besides, Lion can have all the attention once I get things put away. He’ll just have to be happy with my moving closer to him and holding his hand or touching his leg after I’ve collapsed for the night.

[Lion — I understand and will try to be as patient as I can. I agree that the priority is trying to get our belongings put away. We really have an amazing amount of stuff and Mrs. Lion will be challenged to find places for all of it. In the meantime, we’ll hold hands.]

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I know Lion is (im)patiently waiting for some fun, but I’m still feeling pressured by the move. Tonight, I’m making one last push on the old house. If I can’t fit it in the car tonight, we don’t need it. Then I have to unload the car at the new house. I’m running out of places to put things until they are unpacked.

Saturday morning I unpacked part of the kitchen. I found the toaster. I didn’t have any counter space to put it on so I either buried it under packing material on the table or I put it back in the box. In either case, it’s lost. I found the silverware, but I didn’t find the tray it goes in, and I can’t get to the drawer that will be its new home. It went back in the box. Lion needs his razor. I found the charger part of it. Where the hell is the razor?

The bottom line is that it may be quite some time before we are even halfway functional in the new house – in all respects. I seem to be sleeping in two hour increments.

That’s not helpful.

I’m back to work full time (except that Lion has doctor appointments this week).

That’s not helpful.

Normal chores continue.

That’s not helpful.

Lion is even more injured than he was before we started this whole escapade.

That’s not helpful.

I’m taking solace in the knowledge that tonight will be my last run to the old house. One last horrible commute. One last load and unload. I have to take my silver linings where I can get them.

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We’ve been playing a new game. Where are my shoes? Where are my jeans? Have you seen the box with X in it? Where is it?

This morning I spent a few hours unpacking boxes in the kitchen. A handyman was coming to install a filter under the kitchen sink. He needed room to move. Now we can actually see more of the floor and we can stop eating on paper plates. We might even be able to cook a meal.

Next on the agenda is the bathroom. Of course, we have to find all our clothes too. It’s just a sea of boxes everywhere. But somehow, I’d swear we’re missing boxes. Where is that box with X in it?

I’m still exhausted from all the moving. Maybe tomorrow we can sleep in. I’d be happy with sleeping through the night. Once that’s accomplished, I’m sure Lion can have his fun time back. I know he’s been looking forward to that. I could bring a paddle in from the camper to resume punishment, but it does no good if I’m too tired to be effective.

We’ll get there. I’m sure my energy is packed in one of these boxes around here. Maybe it’s with X.

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In: Mrs Lion Comments, Punishment, Rules

We are spending the night in the camper at our new house. I’m writing this Friday night because tomorrow is move day and I’ve missed posts the past few days. I’ve been too exhausted to think about writing at night. I’m too exhausted right now but enough is enough.

We are not entirely packed. Our plan is to arrive as early as possible to continue packing before the movers show up. I don’t think we’ll be completely done by the time they’re done moving us. I just hope to have as little left as possible that I’ll have to move after our move.

One of the last things we did before we left the old house was to dismantle the mattresses for the bed. We had to let the air out, pull the foam and air bladder, and pack that up. Now the movers can take the frames apart.

To get ready to dismantle the beds, I had to drag the dog’s toys from under the bed. I also pulled out two bins that hold lube and assorted toys. The clear bins obviously show the contents. Unless I want the movers, all about my oldest son’s age, to see the contents I’ll have to get those bins into the car before the movers hit the house.

With any luck, by the time you read this, the truck will be all loaded and will be on it’s way to the new house. With even more luck, the unload will have started. Dare I dream? Speaking of dreaming, we may even be able to sleep in our own bed. True, the camper bed is our bed too. But I mean our house bed, all snuggly in bed with no reason to get up early on Sunday morning. However, it’s a strange place and who knows how well we’ll sleep. Plus, the dog will make sure we’re up early.

All I know is that by Saturday, with the move done, the rules will be back in effect. Punishments will resume. Although it will take a long time to unpack, things will start getting back to normal tomorrow night.