When I had left Him breathless with orgasm, He said "After nearly 9 years together, you are still by far the most sensational woman I can imagine in bed. And light years ahead of anyone else I have heard of or imagined, leave alone actually had."

And the Man says He is not a romantic.

I cannot think of anything I would rather hear.

I have learnt that to get through this life successfully, you have to be willing to be flexible. Nothing works out the way it is expected to and you will do much better, it will be much easier, if you can just accept that and go with the flow. My accident was one of those unplanned things that has completely changed our lives. Every day spent with the children (which pretty much is every day) will bring new challenges, which includes everything from cleaning up egg from the floor and walls to having a strangely colourful and upset cat. (Apparently I cannot trust Sarah Jane with finger paints while I am changing Nicholas's nappy. The cats can't trust her either.) So being able to accept changes and challenges as they come at you are an important part of life.

Still, there are things that I cannot adjust to, no matter how frequently they occur. Mac is away on business, which I am coping quite well with. He has very little time and when He does have it, I am sleeping, which I am coping quite well with. We are emailing quite a lot.

We have grown apart during this absence, which I am NOT coping well with. I never cope well with it. I know it will be fixed when He comes home, so I am not scared that it won’t get better. I just don't like the way it feels to not be totally connected to Him. I think I have to face the fact that it is going to happen every time He is away. I know it is hard on Him too. I can't even say that it is my fault or His. I cannot find the reason it happens or a way to stop it from happening. It is just one of those things that creep up on us and suddenly it is the elephant in the room. I don't know how to fix it either, other than Him coming home.

He will be back on the weekend, which will be wonderful. I am excited that He will be home. He is excited to be coming home. It is better when we are together. If I had my way we would never be apart, but I know Mac likes this travel part of His job. While He isn't keen on being away from us, He likes the adventure of visiting different countries and I would never take that away from Him. I am willing to be that flexible. Besides, maybe this time apart is to remind us how good it is when we are together. Maybe it plays an important part in making us who we are. Or maybe it doesn't do anything at all and it is all just in my head.

I just wish it was the weekend already!

I am in trouble. (Hangs head.) I have been a bad girl. (Hides behind hair.) I was told that I was overdoing it, but I didn't listen and I didn't stop and now my ankle is inflamed. I have to keep it up, keep it iced, and let it rest for a few days. I didn't mean to overdo it. I meant to rest. But there was just lots of little things that I thought would be ok. I mean, it doesn't hurt to just go out for coffee with friends. And it doesn't hurt to cook dinner. And it doesn't hurt to do a little bit of shopping. Well, it does hurt but not too much. So I did those things and a few others and then I discovered that I couldn't walk without it feeling like someone had stabbed me in the ankle with a knife. I have apparently inflamed the tendons, the muscles and the joint itself. A whole heap of 'itis'. Rest. Ice. Elevation. Gentle exercise. And SLOW DOWN!

Mac frowned at me. He told me to be careful, but He didn't actually tell me not to do anything. He trusted my judgement on how far I should push it. I didn't listen to my body and now I have to pay the penalty. More time on my bum. Sighs deeply.

On the good side, I sent Mac a picture of my cleavage. I have a top He really likes because it shows off my cleavage very nicely. I was out with friends and while in the bathroom, I took a shot of my cleavage and sent it to Him. He said it made Him hard immediately. By the time He came home from work I was lucky not to be ravished before the children were in bed. I was ravished soon after they were asleep. And more, less innocent pictures were taken. He has them on His phone. He torments me with them when He is feeling playful. I think I should send Him more pictures from bathrooms while I am out.

When I am allowed out again.

I have a feeling it might be a while. (Sighs.)