born to mess up

Ho ho, mondays used to fill me with a sense of dread, all the work and normal monday pantsness.....but no longer, oh no not only do i not work mondays anymore (or thursdays and fridays!!) but after the slack of perving over the weekend, mondays are like christmas every week without the stocking and the turkey!

So i was back in the saddle and had a very productive day, they kids and myself wandered up to feed the donkeys up the road with the moldy carrots i found festering at the back of the cupboard and then went and feed the neighbours cat, back home by 11 and as soon as we stepped through the door the texts started.

The player had risen early to commence with a love in, still in bed and there was some rather suspiscous moaning going on, god i wish he could just wait for a few minutes before he starts with the playing with his manhood, anyway we had some chat, without the dirt i might add, i may be a shitty wife but refuse point blank share the filth with the girls at their tender age.
After that phone call i started to wonder if The player is going to last the long haul, i mean as much as i love the attention from him i have a sneaking suspiscion he is lavishing this much on others too and if i am going to have this affair i at least want to do it with someone who i trust isn't fucking half the married population.
So the player went to the bottom of the pile and me and the girls did some bread making!!

Next up was The porch, sunday i was feeling decidely unkeen about him, couldn't put my finger on exactly why but yesterday he has managed through pure grit to pull something out of the bag, who knows what it is but he just is really nice and i don't have the same feeling as i get with The player, Mr porch is definatly only a one women man (well two if you include his girlfriend), we have a really nice conversation later in the day and i am warming up to him quite quickly.

Then theres the old man, love him.......no don't worry not going to be throwing everything down the shitter but i am very aware that this man has the potential to ruin my life, its the history i guess, the one that got away.
Last night he text me out of the blue in the evening, he had spent the weekend moving house and wanted to know if i would like to go out next weekend, i played it very cool and said i would think about it, i am going.......of course i am going!!!! He finished of the text session by saying 'i am so glad you are around again x'.Awwwwwwwww shit shit shit............note to self, can't get in too deep, messy very very messy.

And max, nothing to say about max, haven't heard from him since sunday morning, not too bothered though, so many men so little time!

Have a little mantra stuck on the fridge at the moment 'live for the moment,die for the cause', not really sure what the cause is at the moment but i am soooo living for the moment!

Work tonight, two nights of grind then back to the leisure, loving that!

Right so today we went shopping, nice family time together, all cool no hassles, the husband has a new car so he couldn't wait to pack us all in a whisk us off someplace, even if it does mean shopping in the pissing down rain!! He is very hungover, spent most of last night in the pub and then managed to stumble to his mothers which is loads nearer than our house, i love it when he does that not only do i get free reign of the remote (which straight away turns the telly off and the music on) but i get to discuss my ever awful behaviour with my closest friends without having to go up to the shop for milk.

On the boy front, nothing much has happened today, a few texts from the player which is very strange it being the weekend and him being married. A couple from max, just telling me about music i should buy.....roll on tomorrow when they are all at work and the fun begins again. I bloody love mondays!

Ok, i guess i should use this first entry to explain why i am writing this and why i am doing what i am doing but firstly i will give you a little overveiw of the wonder that is me, so you guys can call me jess (not my real name but than no one from here on out is going to have their real names posted by me, you will get why soon).

I am a 29 year old quite happily married mother of two girls,very big into the music scene and with a full social circle, my marriage, although not dying a death, is lacking lots of the old f.u.n and most importantly the sex, so i find myself in a weird situation, do i bump along unhappily with a great husband(who will called the artist formely known as the husband) who gives me and the girls so much in the way of support, conversation and company or do i get greedy and find the fun, laughing and sex elsewhere while putting on the good mother/wife role at home?

I have chosen the latter, as it says on the tin, i was born to mess up!

To just get you up to date quickly, the main players at the moment are The husband (x), The player (a reporter for a tabloid, probably not a smart move, but he is very cute and very married),Max (seriously good looking, full of the charm and very good in the sack oh and single), The porch (used to drive a porsche, nice bloke in the same situation as me, not slept with him) and The old man (not actually that old, but have known him since i was 18 and have always called him that, he has just got back in touch after a five year absence).
I love to give funny names, hoping that you will get used to this as time moves on.

So this is me, love or hate what i am doing (i am not stupid, i know thats its very wrong) i am doing it and using this as my little soapbox to sound off about whats going on along the way, i think its going to make interesting reading but be warned, i am far to frank for my own good!