Today I put my little plan in actions – I have no idea if it will work or not. It’s going to take a while to see. It’s an ultra simple plan, based of something I did with Mollie when she was small.
I take a nap on Sunday afternoons, some of you know what a fantastic cook my MIL is and after one of her fantastic meals that nap is a must. When LJ was a baby there was no problem, he would fall asleep on the way home and I’d tuck him in his crib. Even if he woke up before me he would simply play quietly in his bed until I went in to get him.
Then Mollie came along – an absolute perfect baby. Until she learned to walk and talk, then all hell broke lose. Sunday naps were a thing of the past and it was so hard on me. Mollie just would not sleep during the day, and trying to get her to take a nap was taking a toll. Finally just before she turned three I hit on the solution.
I told Mollie that I’d thought about it and that one of us had to take a nap on Sunday afternoon. Her little face looked so sad. Then I told her, if she really didn’t want to take one then I’d take it for her, but if she woke me up she’d have to take the nap. She was so happy with the plan! During my nap she played quietly in her room with her dolls, her trucks, and her stuff animals – she was quiet as could be. Problem solved!
These days the problem is Nick doesn’t spank me enough. I don’t spank, I have on real desire to, but Nick has never minded me giving him a swat or two to let him know how things feel. Yesterday I cornered him in the kitchen and asked for his wallet. Strangely enough he was somewhat hesitant? Now why would a loving husband hesitate to give his wife his wallet? LOL! Anyway, I didn’t want his money – I just wanted a clear shot at his butt.
I grabbed a wooden spoon and started whacking that cute butt, good. I told him plainly, “I think one of us should be spanked at least twice a week. Now I’m perfectly happy to be on the receiving end, but if I don’t get spanked, that only leaves you!” I was not being particularly light with the spoon either. Some times he’ll give me 4 or 5 medium swats, but that’s like Mollie letting me sleep for five minutes – NOT ENOUGH!
So I kept it up and Nick, being a good-natured sort, let me get away with it for a while before taking the spoon away from me and returning the favor. I don’t want him to spank my butt for a solid 5 to 10 minutes, but keeping it up for just a whole minute is wonderful! He asked, “You sure you want me to keep going?” I promised him he’s stop before I’d call a halt to it. And he did, fearing he’d break the spoon.
I pointed out to him that our whole kitchen encounter probably took less than three minutes – surely he could do that twice a week! He did admit that it had not taken much time. But mentioned that often when he thought of spanking I was firmly seated with a computer on my lap. I agreed with him, but quickly pointed out that never once, in the almost sever years I’ve been a computer addict, have I failed to put the computer down as soon as he asked me too – especially if he’s holding an implement!
Now you have my grand, yet simple plan. What do you think? Is Nick going to remember to take two to three minutes out of the week to give me what I want so much, or am I going to have to chase that boy down and spank his ass? After all one of us is going to get spanked!