I don't like Mondays

This morning I got pet to bring up his notebook to take notes on improving my bathing ritual. I explained all the things that were perfect and all the things that would have made it better. We then embarked on a girlie shopping trip to perfect my bathroom space. New candleholders (but no candles, the shop had a poor selection to my pet suggest we go to a garden centre when we have more time… good girl!) and a cute mini bath to keep my hair toggles in. We discussed ideas about new towels and maybe a special bowl and glass for my snacks and drink.
I also decided to try and get a punishment schedule together. For example X spankings for embarrassing me in front of my friends, or x spankings for wilful disobedience.
I went off for another hard afternoon at uni, and realised I hadn’t locked him up. I had to phone him and get him to do it himself, but I trusted him.
Everything seemed to be going ok when I got home, kids were fed, baby was fed, dinner was in the oven... but I started to get huge pangs of guilt.
I felt I wasn't nurturing pet enough, or giving enough in return... I was beginning to question our D/s situation again.
Just as I felt we were really making progress, I couldn't relax. I was getting everything I wanted, but still I was unhappy, uncomfortable, not sure if this was the right way to go.
We ended up arguing over something stupid. He was working on my website and I just got really annoyed at the tap, tapping of the keyboard, so I told him to go away. I didn't want to be near him.
He upped and left. Completely. Out the door and off in the car. I would have been upset had I been a little more awake, but I figured he'd gone to the gym to wear off the anger...
I remember him coming home later, but again, too tired to do or say anything.
I found out in the morning he'd gone shopping... and bought a cookery book. Gotta love a submissive.