Meh

   Daddy appears to have caught a mild form of whatever it is I had. He ran a small fever for one night and the rest has been a small chest cold. I'm thankful that it wasn't as bad as mine, mine was simply horrible. Last night he took some Nyquil and was out until just past noon today! I slept in to along with him, but that means today has been go go go from the jump.
   I was talking to Daddy last night about learning how to deal with expectations. I've spent three years, almost 4, under the impression that we got sex whenever we had a chance. Because we did. If there was a moment where we could steal away we did. So coming here and moving in I was like "We can have sex whenever we want!!!!" However Daddy's version is, "Meh, we can get it whenever *Shrug*" It'e been a real eye opener to realize hes not quite the sex driven fiend that I am. Not that I love him any less, it's just something I wasn't expecting and am having to deal with and process. I had a million fantasies that all involved us fucking like rabbits, and instead I'm afraid we are just......normal, if that.
   Truly I'm not sure if there is a definitive number of times to have sex during the week, month, or year that classifies as normal. However, I feel like whatever the number maybe, we are below it. I suppose if asked how often I would like to have sex I would say at least once a week, but I'd aim for twice a week, but in between sex I would want us to play around and tease each other and stuff. Our play doesn't always have to = sex.

   Oh well, in the end it'll just have to be something I just deal with and get over. I'll be happy when I get it, and just keep myself busy in the meantime.