Sometimes, you just gotta take the bad with the good. Some days you just don’t do much right. This morning was like that. It started with my alarm not going off on time. I’m not real sure why this happened. I could have sworn I set it correctly, but because of it Daddy was a little late getting up to get things ready for his meeting today at noon. Daddy didn’t mention it but I realized it happened and wasn’t very happy about it.<\/p>\n
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As Daddy sat at his computer, I got a few things finished I needed to do before he left and then went into the bedroom to get out as many of the things I knew he’d need as I could think of. I realized later, upon correction, that I missed a few things I should have thought of like giving him the option of his boots or his casual shoes, having them ready, checking to see if he needed me to go get cash, etc. So when I had everything I could think of together, I went back into the computer room to sit down and stay out of the way until he needed me.<\/p>\n
As Daddy finished up and was rapidly running out of time, the shit started hitting the fan. Daddy started sounding angrier towards me as he asked me why I was sitting there reading my mail instead of making him my main priority. He wanted to know why I hadn’t put out a shirt for him and told me he knew I’d heard him mention it on the phone earlier. I tried to tell him that I hadn’t wanted to interrupt him until he was finished but Daddy said I should have asked him. I had flipped a coin and my choice had been wrong. Sometimes that happens. <\/p>\n
The one good thing I did manage to do was not argue. I’ve a habit of trying to defend myself which at times is pointless as I’m wrong. It also tends to make him later to the things he is trying to get himself to. As he reprimanded me, I just nodded and kept my thoughts to myself. I wanted to explain why I’d done what I’d done. Tell him I hadn’t just been fucking off. But it would have been the wrong time and probably wouldn’t have made the situation any better, only worse. <\/p>\n
I tried to move on, focusing on getting the things he told me to do done as he took a shower. But when I tried to print a document he needed and couldn’t find the printer, I went sparrow. The stress and the imping (definition at the bottom) had taken it’s toll and instead of sending the document to my machine to print it, I made it his problem. It never even occurred to me. I broke down when his anger at my lack of initiative hit me. There wasn’t time for that either, and I shouldn’t have done it but I recovered really fast when he mentioned it. I wonder now if I would have broken down if I was a bit more stable this morning.<\/p>\n
Anyway, I made a few more mistakes before we got him to the diner he was suppose to meet the others at and I was firmly in “self pity” mode. I planned to send him an apology text message when I got home, but then I had to decide if I called him Sir or Daddy in it. In the past, going up in protocol without being told to do so got me in trouble. It’s hard to break the lessons that have been trained into you, but I took a chance and sent it with Sir.<\/p>\n
I never received a response in return but I found out later this evening that he was extremely pleased with my use of the title. I was so relieved. I debated hard about writing up this report but I was given encouragement to do so by Tat. So…here you have it.<\/p>\n