Sleeping with Voyeuristic Tendencies…
I think I have already mentioned how much I dislike my job. I am feeling better physically, which I believe I might have mentioned yesterday. What I dislike about the whole situation aside from simply not being home with my family at night and sleeping with Mimi, is in general, this whole sleeping during the day thing really sucks.
I just got a new guy on my shift. He was working days and then as is apparent by my statement, put on my shift. I had thought I was just being a big pussy or something because it seems like every couple of weeks I catch a cold (I do try to keep myself healthy doing things like using vitamins, washing my hands all the time, using hand sanitizers, drinking lots of water, etc…), and I generally feel like a zombie. I don’t get that time with my family I would normally have working a normal schedule. Sure, sometimes I would get calls in the middle of the night, sure, I had to work weekends from time to time, and sure, I had to work late hours. But that was not on a consistent basis. Now I walk around like a zombie much of the time, I sleep when my family is up and am awake while my family sleeps.
So this new guy and I are talking. And you know what, I am not a big pussy, well unless of course we both are, which in that case there are now two big pussies on night shift. Point being, that no one I know on my shift has even similar family dynamics like that of mine. With the exception of this new guy, mind you his are not exactly the same, his kids are a bit older than mine, but suffice it to say, his wife walks on egg shells during the day, the kids do too when they get home from school, and he hears every noise. His wife also is pissed she never sees him anymore, and he has been feeling ill as I have recently in the past and on a pretty consistent basis.
Not to one-up this the new guy, but even his situation is not so bad. Today, I came home after working an extra two hours (woohoo OT, yeah baby!), ate some lunch/breakfast (whatever my meals are called these days), saw Mimi, gave her a kiss, saw my little girl and gave her a kiss, and went up to bed. I popped an Ambien, read some of a book I am reading (it is pure fluff, I am so embarrassed I am reading this schlock I am not even going to mention it, but suffice it to say, it is an easy read), then reached over to the drawer to get my egg (oh that would be my wife – Hahaha, she loves to masturbate, and I love to watch her) and promptly began to fall asleep. I probably crashed about 1230 or so.
Side note: So when I was a kid, I would go over to my buddy’s house and spend the night. We would do all sort of stupid shit. He was deep into star trek and sci-fi, and he had all these books with blu prints of different ships from Star Trek and Star Wars (I bet if he kept that stuff it would be worth a fortune on eBay!), and we would create blueprints of brand new ships and the such. We would play monopoly with two boards and double the money, or play “pong” (yeah this was even before Atari), and just goof around. Now you are probably thinking that shit would keep you up all night. Well our normal plan would be to stay up as late as we could. I believe we once made it till 4AM before we crashed. My buddy said he learned if you do not look at the clock, you would not get tired and you would forget about time which innately told your body through a Pavlovian response, that it really was time to go to sleep. OK, so at 8 years old we didn’t know about Pavlov and psychological responses like this. But we did get the basic concept that you do not look at the clock, and you keep busy, and time will fly by.
So since I have been on this bullshit schedule, I do the same thing in reverse. My alarm clock has not been set in months now. It never shows the correct time. As a matter of fact, it flashes, so I never know what time it is from that clock. My wife’s clock is turned so I cannot see it, so the only clock in the room I have to tell time is the cable box. So I never look at these clocks until I am sure I want to get up, therefore I really never know what time it is when I am sleeping (this plays a part in the rest of my story). Side Note: Over.
I am dreaming, it’s a deep sleep. I am blissfully in another world, not even realizing there is a real world out there. I don’t want to come back to the real word for Christ’s Sake. I want to be blissfully ignorant. Hell I would take the Matrix at this point so long as I was rich and didn’t remember this shit. Well that is not actually true, I love my family, so they would have to come as well. But everyone else could pretty much fuck-off. I digress once again. So this hand reaches down and swiftly yanks me out of my blissful drug induced sleep like a baby being yanked from the womb. A shrill shrieking cry of the banshee emanates from all around me it is a horrible sound. Like an evil that takes your breath away… No, that is my daughter and her friend playing. In their own blissful unknowing manner, they have cried the death cry of the Sirens, I mean all of them! I swear it lasted for many minutes. I woke, and I kept myself from; a)looking at the clock since I did not want to freak out and start worrying about how little time I had left to sleep; b) looking at the clock and realizing how little time I was asleep and how I had to work hard to get back to sleep; and c) getting up and losing my shit on my wife who could not control these wailing children and the two little toddler girls who could fuck up a MJ free throw like a air horn during the NBA finals in his last game while being down by 3 points with 2 seconds on the clock (bear in mind this was a metaphor, and I have no fucking clue about the last NBA game MJ played during the finals).
I just kept my eyes closed, and went back to sleep. Thankfully. Mimi, my dearest wife, even let me sleep till 7:30, even after the horrific day she had partially due to incessant crying and wailing of these little girls. I have to admit, they woke me upseveral times, but thanks to my little friend Ambien, I managed to stay asleep today. Speaking of my wife’s bad day. I got up, washed my face, brushed my teeth, and looked down to the main floor to see my wife cleaning up. I could tell just by watching her for a short moment, she was ticked off. It is funny how instantly you can tell your spouses mood and not even have to speak with them. You may be thinking, these two little girls could probably piss anyone off if they cried all day long. But Mimi’s troubles do not end with the girls. They were only a fraction of my wife’s woes. There is Motormouth to contend with on a daily basis. I think I will talk about Motormouth later.
On another note, I did not get to do anything of extreme sexual consequence with Mimi this weekend as I had anticipated (we did have some other really hot sex, you can read about it in her blog). The idea was to have sex in our converted garage, late at night with the doors wide open. I have further decided when this does happen, I will tie her up by binding her hands above her head and fastening the rope overhead. She likes the ides, but also wants to wear a school girl outfit she has, and have me spank her with my belt. I really need a new battery for my camcorder! Maybe this weekend. My other thought was Mimi enjoyed the couple of times she has had to surrender her clothes and be naked with no way to easily get them (here is one instance) in a semi public place. Sunday afternoon, I may do that to her again, and see what happens. And if you have not extrapolated the fetish, yes I do have a thing about Mimi outdoors and in public. For this sort of amusement, check out voyeurweb. I highly recommend the site!
Maybe someone could comment and tell me what they think.
I just got a new guy on my shift. He was working days and then as is apparent by my statement, put on my shift. I had thought I was just being a big pussy or something because it seems like every couple of weeks I catch a cold (I do try to keep myself healthy doing things like using vitamins, washing my hands all the time, using hand sanitizers, drinking lots of water, etc…), and I generally feel like a zombie. I don’t get that time with my family I would normally have working a normal schedule. Sure, sometimes I would get calls in the middle of the night, sure, I had to work weekends from time to time, and sure, I had to work late hours. But that was not on a consistent basis. Now I walk around like a zombie much of the time, I sleep when my family is up and am awake while my family sleeps.
So this new guy and I are talking. And you know what, I am not a big pussy, well unless of course we both are, which in that case there are now two big pussies on night shift. Point being, that no one I know on my shift has even similar family dynamics like that of mine. With the exception of this new guy, mind you his are not exactly the same, his kids are a bit older than mine, but suffice it to say, his wife walks on egg shells during the day, the kids do too when they get home from school, and he hears every noise. His wife also is pissed she never sees him anymore, and he has been feeling ill as I have recently in the past and on a pretty consistent basis.
Not to one-up this the new guy, but even his situation is not so bad. Today, I came home after working an extra two hours (woohoo OT, yeah baby!), ate some lunch/breakfast (whatever my meals are called these days), saw Mimi, gave her a kiss, saw my little girl and gave her a kiss, and went up to bed. I popped an Ambien, read some of a book I am reading (it is pure fluff, I am so embarrassed I am reading this schlock I am not even going to mention it, but suffice it to say, it is an easy read), then reached over to the drawer to get my egg (oh that would be my wife – Hahaha, she loves to masturbate, and I love to watch her) and promptly began to fall asleep. I probably crashed about 1230 or so.
Side note: So when I was a kid, I would go over to my buddy’s house and spend the night. We would do all sort of stupid shit. He was deep into star trek and sci-fi, and he had all these books with blu prints of different ships from Star Trek and Star Wars (I bet if he kept that stuff it would be worth a fortune on eBay!), and we would create blueprints of brand new ships and the such. We would play monopoly with two boards and double the money, or play “pong” (yeah this was even before Atari), and just goof around. Now you are probably thinking that shit would keep you up all night. Well our normal plan would be to stay up as late as we could. I believe we once made it till 4AM before we crashed. My buddy said he learned if you do not look at the clock, you would not get tired and you would forget about time which innately told your body through a Pavlovian response, that it really was time to go to sleep. OK, so at 8 years old we didn’t know about Pavlov and psychological responses like this. But we did get the basic concept that you do not look at the clock, and you keep busy, and time will fly by.
So since I have been on this bullshit schedule, I do the same thing in reverse. My alarm clock has not been set in months now. It never shows the correct time. As a matter of fact, it flashes, so I never know what time it is from that clock. My wife’s clock is turned so I cannot see it, so the only clock in the room I have to tell time is the cable box. So I never look at these clocks until I am sure I want to get up, therefore I really never know what time it is when I am sleeping (this plays a part in the rest of my story). Side Note: Over.
I am dreaming, it’s a deep sleep. I am blissfully in another world, not even realizing there is a real world out there. I don’t want to come back to the real word for Christ’s Sake. I want to be blissfully ignorant. Hell I would take the Matrix at this point so long as I was rich and didn’t remember this shit. Well that is not actually true, I love my family, so they would have to come as well. But everyone else could pretty much fuck-off. I digress once again. So this hand reaches down and swiftly yanks me out of my blissful drug induced sleep like a baby being yanked from the womb. A shrill shrieking cry of the banshee emanates from all around me it is a horrible sound. Like an evil that takes your breath away… No, that is my daughter and her friend playing. In their own blissful unknowing manner, they have cried the death cry of the Sirens, I mean all of them! I swear it lasted for many minutes. I woke, and I kept myself from; a)looking at the clock since I did not want to freak out and start worrying about how little time I had left to sleep; b) looking at the clock and realizing how little time I was asleep and how I had to work hard to get back to sleep; and c) getting up and losing my shit on my wife who could not control these wailing children and the two little toddler girls who could fuck up a MJ free throw like a air horn during the NBA finals in his last game while being down by 3 points with 2 seconds on the clock (bear in mind this was a metaphor, and I have no fucking clue about the last NBA game MJ played during the finals).
I just kept my eyes closed, and went back to sleep. Thankfully. Mimi, my dearest wife, even let me sleep till 7:30, even after the horrific day she had partially due to incessant crying and wailing of these little girls. I have to admit, they woke me upseveral times, but thanks to my little friend Ambien, I managed to stay asleep today. Speaking of my wife’s bad day. I got up, washed my face, brushed my teeth, and looked down to the main floor to see my wife cleaning up. I could tell just by watching her for a short moment, she was ticked off. It is funny how instantly you can tell your spouses mood and not even have to speak with them. You may be thinking, these two little girls could probably piss anyone off if they cried all day long. But Mimi’s troubles do not end with the girls. They were only a fraction of my wife’s woes. There is Motormouth to contend with on a daily basis. I think I will talk about Motormouth later.
On another note, I did not get to do anything of extreme sexual consequence with Mimi this weekend as I had anticipated (we did have some other really hot sex, you can read about it in her blog). The idea was to have sex in our converted garage, late at night with the doors wide open. I have further decided when this does happen, I will tie her up by binding her hands above her head and fastening the rope overhead. She likes the ides, but also wants to wear a school girl outfit she has, and have me spank her with my belt. I really need a new battery for my camcorder! Maybe this weekend. My other thought was Mimi enjoyed the couple of times she has had to surrender her clothes and be naked with no way to easily get them (here is one instance) in a semi public place. Sunday afternoon, I may do that to her again, and see what happens. And if you have not extrapolated the fetish, yes I do have a thing about Mimi outdoors and in public. For this sort of amusement, check out voyeurweb. I highly recommend the site!
Maybe someone could comment and tell me what they think.
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