Communicating

You can call it whining, complaining, griping, begging, nagging or pestering… what ever you call it is communication and that’s what I am supposed to be doing. Right? Nick obviously read my last post. He did not see things exactly the way I had. But after I posted it I figured there was still not much he could do about it since Mollie had evidently decided to never leave the house again. But then… then fate stepped in and Mollie got called to baby-sit for Tuesday night.

Late Tuesday afternoon I got the following email from Nick,

“When we get a moment I need to have a word with you on the subject of patience.”

Okay maybe he has been paying attention and looking for a chance to get together. I thought it would be a good faith gesture to head to the gym when I got home. When I got home Mollie had gone to her job.

Nick didn’t waste much time getting down to ‘talking’. He dived into the toy box as if he had missed it too. There were many old favorites and I happily identified most. But one sweet zinger was new to me. I turned to look and saw him using my dad metal shoe horn, over two feet long. Now that did pack a sting!

Shortly I heard him scratching in the closet. I had my head buried in a pillow and liked what I felt next but I couldn’t immediately identify it. I turned to look and Nick said “Have you forgotten what the crop feels like?” To which I answered “I told you I have forgotten what everything feel like!” Nick pointed out, quite well, that I really wasn’t in a good position to be sarcastic! He finished up this part of our wonderful afternoon with his belt, one of my all time favorites.

So is the griping session over? Am I going to quit my bitch’n? Have I learned my lesson on patients? What do you think?

I would tell you about the rest of the afternoon. But I am tired and I want to go to bed with my husband.