The weekend was lovely. Friday I chatted with friends and played with the children outside. The sun was shining and the temperature was in the high fifties. Saturday morning rolls around and another beautiful day was on its way. I was fixing breakfast for the family when I remembered that I had forgot to fold the laundry the previous day. I quickly hurried to the laundry room and pulled the laundry from the dryer. I began folding and smoothing the clothes, irritated at myself for letting them set and get wrinkles.
I finished hanging and and ironing the clothes and slowing walked into our bedroom to tell Tim that I had forgotten to fold the laundry on Friday. I was praying he would take it easy on me. I used to be pretty lax about the laundry, until I asked if we could add it to the rules. At that point, I became a stickler for perfection. I confessed to Tim my slip-up and he assured me that we needed to discuss this later. In HoH terms that means: you are going to get a spanking. I let him know that I understood and apoligized for not folding the laundry.
I bustled about my Saturday, making sure that I washed, dryed, ironed, and stowed every piece of laundry in the house. I played with the boys, loved on my husband, and kept the house clean as usual. The day went along well. The sun was shining, our moods were good.
Tim took us out to lunch and to the park.
Later that night, I began to get nervous about the upcoming discussion. As I was getting the boys ready for bed, Tim fell asleep in the chair. This is not like him, he must have been really tired. I wasn’t upset. I thought, no big deal. We are adults, we can deal with this in the morning.
The next morning we woke up and I got the boys situated. It was again beautiful outside. I respectfully approached Tim about the discussion that I was fretting about and he said we should go to the bedroom. I was prepared mentally to accept the discipline I had earned.
I don’t know exactly what happened, but the punishment was not as severe as I had worked up. I admit, I should not have worked anything up in my head. I was wrong. Tim is a very smart man and had plenty of time to think through his decsion. However, I didn’t think this wisely yesterday. 😦
Yesterday went along well for quite awhile, but my attitude began to go downhill. (As I write this I am very ashamed of my actions and can barely stomach telling everyone.) Tim tried to nip the behavior in the bud, but unfortunately, this is something that we struggle with. My attitude continued to decline until a severe punishment was in order. Tim had to go to work for about 6 hours, when he returned home, I had made him a card telling him how sorry I was and how much I loved him. We had a really good night.
After the boys were in bed, we talked. My poor decisions were dealt with swiftly and I am a new girl today. I am determined to consider my actions more wisely.
Today is off to a fresh start, Tim and I are more in love than ever. I am showing quite the willingness to obey today. And do not worry, I will always have my laundry done.