It’s been a stressful week. Master and I made an offer on a house, the same day 2 other couples made an offer on the house. We accepted the seller’s counter offer and found out yesterday that we have one more hoop to go through before we can move forward to the inspection and eventual closing processes. We have to be approved by the seller’s bank and that should happen on Monday. We already have pre-approvals from two different mortgage companies so we know we can move forward, that and the house is way less than what we were approved for, financing wise.
The house needs work, work we felt was doable. It’s almost a one acre lot, perfect for a large garden. There’s a two car garage with a large shop for Master. It seems perfect, barring any surprises during the inspection.
Now, the stress of it all is setting in, however. Master is stressed, overwhelmed perhaps with all that needs doing, His stress of course only feeds my stress level. As Master’s slave, I want to make it better. I want to make His life easier, stress-free, and of course extremely pleasurable. Now, I know that life isn’t all chocolate and roses, but that doesn’t stop me from wishing it was so. Obviously, I can’t remove all of Master’s worries, but I lay awake at night thinking of ways to make Him happy, to remove these stresses.
I’m sure this is a reflection of my own insecurities but, I feel like I’ve failed in someway when Master is stressed. Master doesn’t say that or even hint at it, its something made up in my own mind, but it is powerful. I have always struggled with feeling like I’m not doing enough, that somehow I should do more, be better and its in these instances that the feelings really rise to the surface no matter how well I’ve kept it controlled in the mean time.
I am confident, that once we know from the bank tomorrow and we can just start moving a lot of this will pass. It’s the waiting that makes everything go wonky inside our heads, once we start getting busy there’s no time to worry, or at least I hope so.
