Everyone always asks…WTF is a Muesday? Well, it’s a Monday that’s cleverly disguised itself as a Tuesday. I hate Muesday’s I always feel like I’m a day behind.

But here we are unable to avoid it. I realized I have posted in about a week and besides being inundated with work and life in general, I really have no good excuse. So let’s catch up.

Last week flew by for me. My husband’s birthday plus Valentine’s day ( Yes, he is a V-day baby) was fast approaching and while I had all of the details worked out (his gift, the restaurant, inviting my mother-in-law) I sill had A LOT going on emotionally.

I prepared “Great Heart❤” boxes for our perspective children and tried to find last minute goodies and treats for them and make sure they were all equal (even made one his children’s step sister from a previous relationship). I know he dislikes when I do that, but my heart is not designed to disappoint any child.

Two years ago during V-day week we were going through a very hard and painful time (currently working on a post dedicated that) and the memories although for the most part almost escaped us this year, they of course resurfaced as memories do.But in an effort to create new memories and new beginnings and adventures we didn’t harp to much on it.

Part of the new beginnings was spending time with his mother on V-day/his birthday. It for the most part went off without a hitch. Did I feel nervous? Extremely. She was tolerant of me, I’m guessing because she knew the only way she would get to see him was if I was present. I can admit it now, I was afraid it would wind up being two hours of them talking among themselves and leaving me out of the conversation.

But No, my husband was an absolute angel. He sat next to me and made sure to include me in every conversation. She wasn’t cold to me and she eventually stopped sitting with her arms across her chest in defensive mode. Will we be the best of friends? Probably not, but we both love the same man (obviously very differently) and must learn to co-exist.

Now, onto the big question….did we or didn’t we…go to do that thing??? Yes, we did and I don’t know what I really expected but it wasn’t as bad as I thought it was going to be? I hate to mention what it was because I feel like the whole world becomes judgmental if you do something outside of the norm, but here it goes…

It was a swinger’s club. Now, we don’t swing and we don’t swap (not that there is anything wrong with it, it’s just not for me) but I guess for me it was out of curiosity. The best way I could describe it was like, Live Action Porn… a Porn Play…with audience participation. It was like a club, but instead of music videos playing on the T.v.s porn was playing.

No, no one by any means is required to participate, some like us just go for the atmosphere and the curiosity. I have to say aside from biggest fear, which was my husband wanting to put his🍆 in someone else (I would have cut off said🍆) . I thought all the women would look like the flyer. You know, how clubs always find the most beautiful people to advertise their events (which is smart) but it makes regular people like me feel like eh (a sack of potatoes). But this wasn’t the case at all.

There were different people of all shapes and sizes and everyone seemed very relaxed and probably friendly if my guard wasn’t so high. Did the night end well? For the most part, we went, we saw, and will probably return. Is this for everyone? Definitely not.

My message for this Muesday…Don’t be afraid to try new things. Whether it’s your relationship or career etc. It’s better to have lived than to live with regrets of not trying something new. Unless of course you are afraid of heights, so my love, my darling husband, this was my version of skydiving, please make sure you catch me.

Go be great!