I Can Haz Shelf Space?

So, this morning Mistress cleared out one of the shelves in the bathroom for me to put my stuff on.  I would say eek, but really truly, I am getting used to the situation, so I am eeking less than I did earlier in the week (has it only been one week?  yes, yes it has).  So rather than eek, it was just, nice, lovely, awesome.

We had our first good deep and meaningful this morning since I got Here, one on one style.  To that point, the one on one time had either been dozing in The Big Bed, or job searching.  I asked whether I had been meeting expectations, to which she replied that apart from being better at cleaning some spots on the handwashed dishes, I was being sensational.  Another point, that she doesn't like being called at work, was also thrashed out, that she doesn't have the sort of job that I can just ring up and say something soppy like 'hi' or 'miss you'.  Or the way that I talk sometimes, could be construed as checking up on her.  Which is the furthrest thing from my mind, I don't think I interact like that.  But I could see how the conversation and subject choice could be seen that way.  A lot of this is a learning curve for me.

I said I was hoping to get a job asap, so was thinking of going to the generic temp agencies next week.  Mistress said that I should hold out for a while longer for a specific job, that I might actually like, that I shouldn't be desperate for a job, and with the funds behind me I anticipate being self funding for two, perhaps three months, if worst comes to worst on the job front.  To leave the generic agency jobs alone for at least another couple of weeks, she said.  Which I can do.

And the fact that it has been a lot for me to process, with sorting out the dynamic with Sir, and adjusting to having two almost teenage boys around.  Which I have never had to deal with in my life previously - the kids, I meant, let alone Sir.  And wanting to get out, get a job and all, is about feeling that I am contributing - to which Mistress said, you are contributing already, with helping out around the house.  Which made me go into aww shucks mode.

I am adjusting as well as I can, and better than I expected.  It is still likely to be a steep learning curve for a while yet though.

And I need to get beaten, or at least some of THOSE type of endorphins out of me.  I was dreaming of having wet dreams last night, so I thought I was making a mess, but it was a dream within a dream.  Very Inception LOL.  I haven't had THOSE type of dreams for AGES.  And, unfortunately perhaps, I can't remember who my partners in the dreams were.  Or maybe I should just go find some good porn.

Hmm, anything to report from yesterday?  Oh, that's right.  Mistress and I went to pick the kids up from school, then went to the bank to check balances, and then went to furniture and electrical stores to price check on some stuff we may require.  Halfway through this expedition, I just had a moment where I had to share with Mistress how happy I was to be shopping with her.  If that doesn't sound too weird.  It can't have sounded too weird, because Mistress replied that she was happy shopping with me as well.

And my goodness, she is a great, great cook.  That is one thing that I won't have to help her out too much with, because she hums and is happy when she does it.  I will be lucky to get one night a week of food experimentation on my part hahaha.  All good, because I sort out the washing up.  But I said to her, well, you are just like Jamie Oliver in the kitchen - she replied, no honey, Nigella Lawson.  She certainly has the boobage to 'stand up to' Nigella hahahaha.

Bites lip, wondering whether I will get in trouble for that one.  Meh, I will leave it in lol.

Now, to job searching and housework...