A Spanking *Sigh*

Well, fiddle. Yes, I was to the point of desperately needing a spanking if I was going to stay in control of myself and not lose it all over whoever got in the way and sparked my terrible temper. But, as usual, my target seems to be Lar when I get out of sorts and he does things that I perceive rude, unthinking, and designed to upset me. His first offense of the day was in not going for milk the night before. I had a child wanting her breakfast, and there was no milk for her. I told her to wait, and Gramma would get dressed and make a fast run to the store. Lar woke up when I went into our bedroom to get dressed, but did he offer to go get the milk? No. He did say, "I guess I should've gone out last night..." I agreed with him, out loud, and in a self-righteous tone of voice. All the way to the store I kind of felt bad for snapping at him already, so as is my way, I thought to get him something special for his lunch. I was home in PLENTY of time for him to leave for work. It was a full seven minutes before he normally leaves on a school day, but he was already spastic and having a tantrum because I was taking so long! My goodness, I was gone for an entire twenty minutes! Unthinkable, I know! I guess I should have asked permission before being gone so long!!!! (Yes, that is sarcasm...) So, he was hurrying to get past the van, which is impossible because he has so much junk piled floor to ceiling on both sides of the garage, and there is barely enough room to pull the new-to-us van into the space. I thought to remind him of that, too, hoping he would take a hint and make plans to get busy sorting out his junk before I keep my promise to hire help to go through it and pitch most of it. (Yes, he did threaten dire consequences, but as all of us Angels know, some things are just worth the sore backside.) Anyway, I'm getting sidetracked... Here he was, leaving! That did not make me happy! "Hey, I got you some things for your lunch!" He turned and said, "Today is chicken day!", and he kept right on going and left! I was insulted. The reason it took me so LONG at the store was because I was adding good food for him! And he would rather have chicken!?! My rant was a good one; too bad he missed it. I immediately started plotting how he would be punished for insulting me! It was a given that he was getting chicken for dinner. After all, it was 'chicken day!' I did my best to turn off the temper; the grands are on spring break and Renee was being difficult. (She was coming down with a bug, and we just didn't realize it yet.) All day I kept thinking of all my reasons to be upset with Lar, and there were many... top of the list was working too much... I was/am worried about all of the hours he is working. I'm upset he won't take off and go to the doctor... which he needs to do. So, once the kids were gone for the day, and nothing to distract me, I allowed myself to get a full head of steam again. I clean when I am really angry... That should have been Lar's first warning when he walked inside. The living room was absent the decorations of clutter... the card table with Gabe's tools, and all of Nee's art work. Plus the boxes the new Wii and Wii Fit came in. My first words, when he came in carrying two armloads at once was not to put stuff down and make a mess in the room I'd just cleaned. Then I told him he could take out the trash, including the bag in the kitchen he'd been ignoring for days. He said, "I didn't know you had a bag you were finished with. ANOTHER pet peeve. The man can't/won't take out a bag, no matter how smelly it is until it is packed so full you can barely close it! I gave him my normal, "If it is sitting there in the middle of the floor, it is ready to take out..." Then, a few minutes later, he complimented the chicken and said it was really good. Well, I was glad he liked it... but... "You said it was chicken day, so I simply wanted to oblige you!" Yes, that little bit was said with attitude. And, yes, I was testy all evening. Since he works so late, it wassoon close to bedtime. "I'm going back to take a shower. Don't stay out here too long." "Oh...?" "You need attention in the worst way, woman. You're going to get a good spanking." I was positive he would fall asleep. He is so tired all the time from the ridiculous hours he's been working for months now. I didn't hurry. I read for a while, and when I reached a good stopping point, I did stop, and I slowly meandered off to bed. Lar was wide awake and he wasn't pleased with how long it took me to get back there. His weapon of choice was a cane, of course. It was a long time since I'd had a spanking, and it hurt. It hurt a lot. Finally, when I got used to the sting and was over the wincing and forcing myself to stay in place, he decided to spank harder... and lower. Ouch! My attitude was fading rapidly. It is amazing how a spanking improves my mood. Then, when I was able to handle that, Lar decided to get down to business. The last ten or so were terrible, and I knew he meant each one. The sting lasted until long after I was asleep. Well, the attitude is gone this morning, but the bottom is tender to sit on. I've had much worse, but this one was more than enough, even though Lar told me last night that he'd ended the spanking sooner than he intended to. My reply was to tell him I was sore enough, thank you very much! Still, it wasn't the kind of spanking I wanted or needed... Whatever happened to romance? *sigh* He is definitely working tooooo much! Joannie