Repeat as Needed

I had a bad day yesterday. In the last two weeks I had lots of hours at work and not enough time at home. You know how it is.  

I was even too tired to give Lynda a spanking. J.

Perhaps it caught up with me yesterday.

Depression used to be chronic with both Lynda and me. It was once very bad with me and interminable with Lynda. It has been a long time now since I had any kind of episode, but it seemed to get the better of me yesterday.

I ended up going back to bed in the morning.  I wanted to be left alone. 

It used to be that if I was down, Lynda would go down very quickly, too. First, she’d look at me helplessly. Then she’d go about her business like I wasn’t there. And then she would get terribly anxious and eventually fall into bed, too.  We’d get better if and when I got up and made myself move. 

It used to make me mad. Does everyone in this house go bonkers when I’m not doing well?  I thought.

Pretty much.

The occasional bad day aside, we’ve both stayed in good shape over the last few years. 

I believe our DD lifestyle had a lot to do with our both being better. I decided to get better, so I did. I went to the doctor, I take my medicine and I discipline my thinking to keep me sane. My disciplining Lynda with a structured schedule and spankings has pulled her out of her long term depression and she has mostly good days too. 

But while yesterday was not so good, something different happened. Lynda came to me while I was in bed and asked how I was. She told me she would do whatever I needed from her to help me. I told her I didn’t need anything.

But she persisted. Had I taken my medicine? She asked. 

Well no, in fact I hadn’t. 

I might as well say here that if she didn’t take her meds and it affected her like it did me, she’d be getting a spanking. I admit it’s a double standard. It’s how we live.

When I got up after sleeping a couple of hours, I took my meds and went into the living room. She was cleaning the kitchen and making dinner and the boys were busy. Things were going smoothly.  They were functioning without my direct supervision.

By late afternoon, I was better.

The lesson for me? Things are not bad like they used to be. We’re both better. Things won’t fall apart because of one bad day. I need to remember to get enough rest. Take my medicine. And continue spanking my wife.