When I put up these TBT it's not to be profound or anything. They're just post I think you might enjoy. This one was first posted in October, 2006. Mollie was thirteen at the time and visions of an empty nest were far in the future. I dedicate this to all of you trying to do your own version of TTWD while your nest is still full.
This will be a bit of rambling and not nearly as exciting as the title would indicate. First you need to know about one rule in our house that in my mind should never be broken. It ranks up there with the sun rising in the east and setting in the west. The rule is - Nick always gets out of bed first!
This started out naturally enough when we were first married.
He had to be at work at 6:30 AM and I had to go in at 9:00. He had mentioned, before we were married, that his mother always got up and fixed his dad a big hot breakfast before he went to work. I, of course, asked if he thought she would get up early enough to come to our house and do that. But evidently that wasn't the point he was trying to make. When it finally dawned on me that he was hoping that I might do something along this line, I offered to rise up on one elbow and point toward the kitchen. Actually that never happened, I just slept.
I am not the only one to depend on Nick rising first. The paper carrier depends on him too. It throws the poor man off on the rare occasions when I have gotten up first. When Nick gets up first the paper carrier always throws the paper on the arm of my chair where it belongs. But when I get up first the dummy throws it way out at the end of the driveway! This is extremely inconvenient on cold or wet mornings. I was a bit worried about this when Nick got laid off for a while last year. What would the poor paper carrier do? Nick being the good guy that he is still got up before me. The paper carrier was happy, the paper landed on my chair and I was happy too because Nick often had breakfast ready when I got up.
Last night was a wonderful night. Mollie actually got to sleep early we felt comfortable making a bit of noise so the locked briefcase (aka toy chest) came out and there was a small fun spanking followed by some great loving, so great that we neither one had the energy to put away all the toys. No problem, Nick is an early riser and Mollie is a typical teenager and is never awake before 10:00 on a Saturday.
But the bed felt so good this morning, and he felt so good, and he felt me up so good that one thing lead to another and it was a really good morning. But we drifted back to sleep, not late - 8:30, but that's very late for Nick and of course it never occurred to me to get up first. Panic did not ensue until he headed for the shower and I heard him talking to Mollie. I knew if she was up that early she was headed to my room. All I could think of was, 'Keep her talking, honey.' So in a panic I am flipping across the bed, buck naked, throwing toy
in and slamming the lid and twisting the locks. Fast as I could I flipped back, with my butt up in the air as I tried to get the case back under my side of the bed and my butt back under the covers before I had company. I am really not used to gymnastics when I first wake up but it was worth the effort.
Mollie came in for a quick good morning without the trauma of the knowledge that her parent's collection of spanking sex toys were feet away . I taumatize the poor child enough by teaching at her school, this is a trauma she can do without!