*warm fuzzies*
I am happy. Everyone is happy.
Indigo is off for the summer (school board employee). He's been doing lots of little and not-so-little things around the house that have just been sort of collecting. It's such a relief to know he's taking care of things here while I'm at work. If I made more money, I would love to have him home all the time (and he would, too). I love my househusband.
Mr. A has had a few days off of work. He's been helping Indigo. It's wonderful. I get updates throughout the day about what they're doing and their little jokes. Indigo is putting in that extra bit of effort to let me know he's happy with the living arrangements, too. He's told Mr. A that he's very happy to have him with us. Mr. A has said he's happy to be with us.
I know Mr. A is stressing about money. He's working, but not much, and hasn't been paid yet. Indigo and I are supporting him with everyday things, while his parents are covering larger expenses, such as his recent car repair. He must feel like he'll never be on top of it all right now. We all agreed on a number for rent, but when he's not bringing money in, and he's obviously not spending frivolously the money he does have, we are sympathetic. Indigo has lost his job a couple of times since we've been together, due to circumstances beyond his control, (the most epic loss was two hours after we signed our mortgage papers for the house; luckily my salary was enough to secure the funding), so he has a lot of compassion from his own experiences.
That said, we certainly aren't going to let Mr. A martyr himself (and by extension us) for his chosen career. We told him straight up when the moving discussions occurred that we would give him three months free, but then he was expected to find another job, ANY job, that would allow him to contribute to the household in a financial way. And true to his word, he's found a flexible full-time job that he will be starting August 1. And that's way ahead of schedule. He's an honorable man.
I know moving someone in when they're not financially independent is generally a bad idea, but I think we've done a good job of it. And you know what? I'm proud of us. This isn't exactly something there's an instruction manual on.
I know I had more to say, but I'm pretty frazzled right now. My only complaint has been the terrible sleep I've been having. Not only am I getting used to someone else's sleep schedule when I sleep with Mr. A, I am moving back and forth between two very different beds - a blow up mattress (granted a nice one) and a super-comfy Serta. Oh, and Indigo and I just replaced our mattress, so the super-comfy Serta is the opposite of our hard, lumpy, ten year old previous mattress.
Right now, I've been trying a schedule of alternating nights between the men. (I don't have my own bed, which I could invite them to. Not an option. We don't have the space.) I'm wondering if I need to change that schedule to every two nights. That would at least give me time to get reacquainted with the bed on the first night, and a better sleep on the second. Not sure. If anyone reading has suggestions, or would like to enlighten me as to their own schedules, it would be much appreciated.
The men are happy with a 50/50 split, and however that's split (two days for one, two for the other, or every other night) they don't mind. They've said whatever I need to feel the best is fine with them. Damn, look at all this communication! Haha.
There will be more posts to follow, when I have the time and can properly frame my thoughts, about the progress Indigo and I are making toward becoming sexually intimate again. Regular readers will have picked up on issues from both of us in the past. About two months ago we decided to try counseling, and it's helping. Slow and steady; we're not in immediate danger, only if we let things fester and aren't actively working on our relationship. Not to worry. We will fix this. There is much love between us and complete willingness to work at it and be patient. I couldn't ask for more!