Well, Merry Christmas. It was a really nice day. As much as the SO hates shopping, and resisted shopping for Christmas, he did a really good job. Of course, I made it a bit easier when I went to the store with my digital camera and took pictures of everything that I wanted. I also gave him a list with directions to all of the items. He admitted to actually having fun doing it yesterday. He was happy with his present and stocking stuffers too. That really makes my day. I enjoy giving things to other people, even more than getting gifts. Although, I have to admit that it is a lot of fun to get things too. One of the things that I got was a new bedding set...complete with bed skirt, sheets, pillow cases, and a comforter. I can't wait to put it on the bed tonight. The SO works tonight, so I'll get to sleep in the new bedding for the first time all by myself. And it will be a nice surprise to see it on the bed when he gets home in the morning!
I also cooked dinner. I've been cooking for the holidays for a couple of years now, since I was about 25. I really enjoy doing it. My Great-grandmother was English, so I like to do an English Christmas dinner. It's what I grew up with. I bought a really expensive rib roast (my first) and spent most of the day cooking it. I had to make my apple pie this morning and send it over to the SO's kids house for them to bake it because our oven is screwy and you can't set it to an exact temperature...it's quite the guessing game. I also made Yorkshire pudding for the first time. It was a huge meal, and everyone was so full, they didn't even have room for desert. That just means that the SO and I have a whole apple pie all to ourselves, along with all of the leftovers (which currently fill my fridge).
When everyone had left (the SO's kids and younger siblings come over to eat with us), he decided that he had to have s*x again...the first time being late last night/early this morning, depending on how you look at it. The first time, it went quickly enough and I went to bed. Unfortunately, he had to thank me again this morning. He has no idea how much that bugs me, and I don't know how to tell him. I have this sense that maybe I have told him that before, but I can't really grasp it...whether or not it really happened, and if so, when it happened. He also told me that it was "better," which means that he felt connected. It really bothers me that he thinks that I really enjoy it once we get started. I truly don't. I'm good at faking enjoyment. I don't enjoy it and would happily avoid it forever if I could. He has no idea. This evening he used that familiar phrase that makes me want to scream. It seemed to go on forever (which I hate because I want it to be over as soon as humanly possible), and he kept saying things like "come on little girl," and "that's a good girl." I HATE when he does that. It makes my skin crawl and makes me want to scream. I have no idea how to broach that subject though, so I keep it to myself.
I have a lot of work to do over the next few days. I can't wait until Monday when I go back to T. Having an entire week off was good, and bad. Nice to have a break, but miserable to be "waiting."
Well...merry Christmas...another one gone by... Wish I had the money to go Christmas shopping after Christmas. The sales tomorrow will be crazy, and I could get a major head start for next year. Oh well. Nothing to be done about it. Holidays wiped me out this year. I'll just have to start my shopping next month, and hope for some lasting good sales.
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