It took a lot a work to pull me back together. I was a slug while Roo was still awake Friday night. Mostly just watching what was happening, and clinging to Wolf like styrofoam peanuts fresh from mailorder.
We played a game while Sydb made Mother's Day cards. I won the first round, then Wolf soundly walloped me in the second.
After that, Sydb stayed up and gave us the bedroom for some before-bedtime time alone together.
Saturday, Wolf and I went to the grocery for breakfast supplies. I made french toast, and Wolf made cheese eggs. After breakfast, Sydb took Roo away for the day.
It was very intense. Oh, wait, I said that already. He took me apart -- that part was easy, I was pretty fragmented already -- and put me back together again. Stronger, better, I think. See more confidence in places.
Sex is never so simple as a mere joining of bodies for us. And "mere sex" is certainly not what I needed so desperately. But, it's always a bonus, and with Wolf, is always very very good.
Perhaps it's inevitable to come down a little after, rather than sustain some sort of after-glow happy face.
Maybe it's because Mother's Day isn't really my day, and I guess I selfishly resent that.
Gonna get my stuff together and go soon.
At home, bubble-bath and then planning for the week. Maybe I'll even get Flar and the boys to take me out for Mother's Day.