Wednesday, September 12, 2007


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.

Written by PK at 11:50 PM



At 3:59 AM, Blogger david said...

Isn't love grand between two people.
*hugs and grins*

At 7:32 AM, Blogger Paul said...

PK, great post, there is no rule that says that you can't write a part two.
Your friends want to know.
I'm happy that Nick sorted you, can't think of anything better myself.
Warm hugs,

At 11:24 AM, Blogger Kallisto said...

Sounds like some fantastic "alone" time! Mollie might need to take more babysitting jobs!
Big hugs,

At 11:25 AM, Blogger Kallisto said...

I meant, the two of you, alone in the house together, having fun!

At 3:06 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

Lucky gal!

Debbie :)

At 4:40 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

Whining, Bratting, end result seems to be the same. Good for you!


At 9:25 PM, Blogger New Beginnings said...

It is grand!!

I have a pretty special husband.

I am definitely thinking of hiring her out!!

Thanks, Debbie!

You are right, what ever it was it worked for me.

At 10:27 AM, Blogger MaggieDear said...

I figured he was paying more attention than you thought. *g*

I'm happy for you that you got what you were needing. Maybe Mollie can babysit all weekend somewhere!


At 12:09 AM, Blogger A.S.S. said...

Very good news... :)

Nick does have a point about patience. But, then again... perhaps you showed there was something to that squeaking wheel approach. ;)

Todd & Suzy

At 8:15 PM, Blogger Dove said...

Yayyy! I am so happy for you PK. Sounds like things are humming along great again.



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