  The first day of our new union...(deep breath of the fresh air)....And gag coughing. Anna woke up in Brat OVERDRIVE I was actually glad when she left to go to work, which is highly unusual for me. Ah well I immediately began to plan the evening based on it. Some writing sentences based on some affirmations I made to help her self esteem, some time in the corner and the world would be right again. I had some other surprise goodies, but seeing how it went "not quite to plan" I'll save those for later. My search for a job came to a head when a prospect required an interview at a time that I was scheduled to work my current job.&nbsp; Job is less the word for it.
They are starving me to death not giving hours. I confronted them about this yesterday and they gave me attitude. So today when I go in and explain developments to them, they hit the roof. Seem&nbsp;like they could not understand why I would give up their generous 18 hour a week schedules for a chance at a&nbsp;40 hour position somewhere else. I tried to be diplomatic, and it got ugly. Now anyone who knows me, knows I am a confrontational person.
I'll fight you. I'll fight you just for kicks. You can walk up to me and say "Hey, want to fight? " and I'm good to go. I love the sensation. The adrenaline, the fear.
I live for it. (CAVEAT: &nbsp;as long as it has no significant emotional attachment)&nbsp; But today I had already been kicked twice. My morning had not been smooth at all, and my job search had lead me out of town, in blazing heat, and taken hours only to produce the need for a second two hour interview that was sure to cost me....This blow to my esteem; I turned my back and walked away, rather than facing off and getting smart back. I don't know for the life of me why. Exhaustion maybe. But by all rights I should have laid into her instead of getting in my car and driving away, only to feel like a complete sap a mile down the road.
Anyway, I stifle it. I've got bigger fish to fry, and I'm bound to get that new and much better job. (insert hard swallow here) I've got Anna the Brat to deal with. I stop by the drug store and pick up a decent enema bag. I go home and ply my creative skills to my new trade and set up the scene, brew&nbsp;a catnip tea solution for the enema, set up the sentence writing board in the punishment corner. Get the affirmations I want written set, set up the massage table under the power rack and hang the bag,&nbsp; get the plug for the retention time at the ready, and pick up.
Before I can even get my shower she's home! On time for once. I sit and wait for her to walk in, giddy for a chance to get this day going in the right direction. She hits the door. Falls to her knees beside me on on the couch. I look in her eyes and.... She's in pain.
Terrible pain. It seems her cycle has kicked off a week early and she's in a bad way. Right away it's a change of plan. I tell her to get some medicine in her, and I get her to lay down. I lie down with her and I talk to her, soothe her as best I can while we wait for the relief to take hold. When she gets&nbsp;up to sit I fix us something to eat and I massage and stroke her hair while we wait.
After dinner, I watch a bit of TV with her. In the evening she says she wants to do something to take her mind off it, so I set the enema back up and administer it, just not quite to plan. Very slowly, and the entire time massaging and stroking her. Once it's in I don't plug her, I just tell her to hold it as long as comfortable, but not to crap. She has enough of that going on. I play with her hair and try to be as soothing to her as I can be.
When she mentions something that sounded like regret I told her that a good Dom was also a friend, and right now that was what she needed the most. She crashed immediately after voiding. Exhaustion from the previous nights combining with&nbsp;the strong herbs, and hopefully, my love and caregiving to give her some rest. While this may not seem like the dominant thing to do to some of you, it was the most loving thing to do for Anna. The corner and white board&nbsp;will be there, the Brat will diffidently be back. 
