Stress, Stress, and more Stress

This is the part of my life I'd like to call "So Hard, if I was Suicidal I'd be thinking about Suicide".

Mr. III and I had a tough morning yesterday.  We finally got out and about, and after finding out I got my job, we finally found our spark again.  Usually, our first kiss of the day starts out with a "good morning" no matter what time of day it is.  It was around 3, and finally we said "Good morning".  He said "yeah, we've had a rough start to this day". 

(WARNING:  VERY GROSS MATERIAL COMING UP.  Skip over if you are squeamish, don't like talk of sex, grossness, or anything with bodily fluids.  I'll warn you when we're back in the normal stuff.)

Then, when we got home, I had a total FML moment.  (To give reference, FML... its a website.  Means "Fuck my life")  So, we're in the kitchen with Puppy Butt in the living room playing around.  Well, he started playfully pushing me up against the wall, and things got a bit heated.  So, we were bad parents, and left our poochie downstairs to have a romp in the bedroom (FINALLY is all I have to say.)  It was good.  Very good.  And much needed.  So afterward, I'm lying on top of him, and because I've just got over a cold, I was coughing.  We used protection, but still, juices fell out of my womanly parts onto him.  We laughed it off, but then, I noticed a hair in the back of my throat.  I started gagging!  I stood up and ran to the bathroom, only to spew all over the bathroom.  Mr. III was like "hey!  did you throw up?!"  I was like "DON'T COME IN HERE!"  I cleaned it all up, then washed my mouth out.  Then, we went downstairs to take care of Puppy Butt. 

No more gross stuff, I promise.

Today, I was stressing because all of this money that I have to spend in the next few months, and how the hell am I going to be able to get it all established without having gotten a steady paycheck.  How am I going to save for all this crap that's coming up? We have a pet deposit, a normal deposit, first months rent, etc.  So, as I stressed, Mr. III fixed it all by asking his Grandfather to help me as well as him.  I just about cried I was so relieved.  His grandfather will pay for us both for the first two months, at least rent wise.  That will give me some money to put aside, and so I'll have the pet deposit and my normal share of the normal deposit. 

He's a good man, and sometimes I wish the sex thing wouldn't get me so riled up and angry.  I don't understand why it does.  Why are our carnal instincts so important in a relationship?  I read somewhere, or saw it on Oprah or something of a lady who had sex with her husband every night, and they were saying what a great relationship they had because of it.  My parents split up when I was young, and later while I was talking with my Dad, he was telling me how my mom used to "hold out" on him for punishment, which is what lead him to go to the things he did right before the divorce (porn, strip clubs, etc).  Now-a-days I don't see the problem in them, but then since I was young and impressionable by my mom, I hated him for it.  I think as long as you have an open-to-talk relationship, everything will be okay.  Mr. III and I talk about everything, clean, dirty, gross, anything.  Because of that, I think we'll last.  I just think that I would be so much happier if I didn't have a higher libido than him.  Sometimes I think I should just go to the doctor and talk to him about it, but then I think he should more than I.  A healthy relationship consists of lots of sex, and once you introduce it you can't take it back.  Plus, when I'm stressed, I'd rather have some play time with my fiance than anything else. 

Anyway, things are getting okay... but I still have to get everything fixed up and ready before we get out of here.  We move into the new place in July. 

Puppy Update: she whines all the time.  She should be happy; she gets fed, let out, treats, lots of play time, and plenty of love.  We don't know whats up.  Next vet visit, I'm asking.