My husband, a dirty word and other stuff

So, Captain has been home for about a week or so.

There was a flurry of shopping the first few days, and lots of napping because I was suddenly Leaving The House and Doing Things other than sitting at my computer.

Then I started getting sick. And moody. Yesterday I ended up passing out for roughly twelve hours because lunch made me sick as a sick thing who gets sick, and poor Captain kept having to clean out the barf bowl for me because I was otherwise indisposed. (Sort of like having a House Elf, but I'm not stupid enough to tell him that to his face. Or maybe I am. Depends on how amusing I find the idea next time I ask him to bring me a can of pop. Pretty sure he wouldn't find it nearly as amusing as I would if I were to call him Dobby. Or Winky.)

I had jokingly told Captain the day he came home and told me he didn't have to report for work until Monday that I was going to be sick of him in three days.

I was completely right.

Don't get me wrong, totally love the goober and all that sentimental crap, but I went from six months of getting up whenever I wanted and wandering around the house in my pjs and singing off key and eating Doritos for breakfast and granola bars for dinner and training the dog to not be a total dick and doing things the way I wanted with my own rules... and now Captain is home and doing things differently and totally throwing me off.

He's being very gracious about it, telling me that if he does something "wrong" to just let him know what the new rule is and we'll work on a compromise. (Pretty sure he got the standard "your spouse has learned to manage the household without you, do not come home and upset the applecart right away because that is douchey" lecture they always get when they come home from a deployment.) Unfortunately, I never realize he's about to do something "wrong" until he does it. It's stupid stuff really, things like "This is where we put empty pop cans now instead of over there" and "You have to watch the dog to make sure he's not eating stuff in the yard, no, I'm serious, watch the dog" and "The vacuum makes weird noises now, I'm pretty sure I know why, just ignore that" and "No more sneaking up on me because it pisses me off and I'm trying to write because I might be writing porn and you wig me out when you read my porn" and stuff like that. (I'm sure Captain has read the word cock before, but I prefer it not be when I've written it because then I'm being confronted with the actual in person knowledge that Captain has just read the word cock and possibly also vagina and then he turns a funny color and then I start laughing so hard I can't breath and then I'm afraid I'm going to pass out.) (Also, I haven't actually written porn in so long, I suspect I've forgotten how. But the potential for smut writing is always there and I don't want to get out of the habit of being paranoid, just in case. It's not like I can put a sign up on the door saying "Porn in progress, do not enter"... or, I could, but then someone other than Captain might see it and get the wrong idea.)

Where was I?

Oh, yes, so husband is home and only worked an hour and a half on Monday and had Tuesday off and I really hope he goes back to working regular hours soon because I like having him around in the evenings and to cuddle with when it's time to go to bed, but I feel like I have to make an effort to entertain him when he's home all day and I have things I need to be doing now.

Also, I haven't written a damn word on my exchange fic since he got home. Captain keeps insisting that I'm more than welcome to go write, but every time I sit down to do it, I know that he's there, sitting at his desk behind me, looking at me every time I snort or giggle or sigh, and it weirds me out.

Maybe I could set up the TARDIS between our desk chairs so he can't see me.

Also, I've been up since two this morning. I don't know why.

My husband, a dirty word and other stuff

So, Captain has been home for about a week or so.

There was a flurry of shopping the first few days, and lots of napping because I was suddenly Leaving The House and Doing Things other than sitting at my computer.

Then I started getting sick. And moody. Yesterday I ended up passing out for roughly twelve hours because lunch made me sick as a sick thing who gets sick, and poor Captain kept having to clean out the barf bowl for me because I was otherwise indisposed. (Sort of like having a House Elf, but I'm not stupid enough to tell him that to his face. Or maybe I am. Depends on how amusing I find the idea next time I ask him to bring me a can of pop. Pretty sure he wouldn't find it nearly as amusing as I would if I were to call him Dobby. Or Winky.)

I had jokingly told Captain the day he came home and told me he didn't have to report for work until Monday that I was going to be sick of him in three days.

I was completely right.

Don't get me wrong, totally love the goober and all that sentimental crap, but I went from six months of getting up whenever I wanted and wandering around the house in my pjs and singing off key and eating Doritos for breakfast and granola bars for dinner and training the dog to not be a total dick and doing things the way I wanted with my own rules... and now Captain is home and doing things differently and totally throwing me off.

He's being very gracious about it, telling me that if he does something "wrong" to just let him know what the new rule is and we'll work on a compromise. (Pretty sure he got the standard "your spouse has learned to manage the household without you, do not come home and upset the applecart right away because that is douchey" lecture they always get when they come home from a deployment.) Unfortunately, I never realize he's about to do something "wrong" until he does it. It's stupid stuff really, things like "This is where we put empty pop cans now instead of over there" and "You have to watch the dog to make sure he's not eating stuff in the yard, no, I'm serious, watch the dog" and "The vacuum makes weird noises now, I'm pretty sure I know why, just ignore that" and "No more sneaking up on me because it pisses me off and I'm trying to write because I might be writing porn and you wig me out when you read my porn" and stuff like that. (I'm sure Captain has read the word cock before, but I prefer it not be when I've written it because then I'm being confronted with the actual in person knowledge that Captain has just read the word cock and possibly also vagina and then he turns a funny color and then I start laughing so hard I can't breath and then I'm afraid I'm going to pass out.) (Also, I haven't actually written porn in so long, I suspect I've forgotten how. But the potential for smut writing is always there and I don't want to get out of the habit of being paranoid, just in case. It's not like I can put a sign up on the door saying "Porn in progress, do not enter"... or, I could, but then someone other than Captain might see it and get the wrong idea.)

Where was I?

Oh, yes, so husband is home and only worked an hour and a half on Monday and had Tuesday off and I really hope he goes back to working regular hours soon because I like having him around in the evenings and to cuddle with when it's time to go to bed, but I feel like I have to make an effort to entertain him when he's home all day and I have things I need to be doing now.

Also, I haven't written a damn word on my exchange fic since he got home. Captain keeps insisting that I'm more than welcome to go write, but every time I sit down to do it, I know that he's there, sitting at his desk behind me, looking at me every time I snort or giggle or sigh, and it weirds me out.

Maybe I could set up the TARDIS between our desk chairs so he can't see me.

Also, I've been up since two this morning. I don't know why.