Saturday, May 14, 2016

I Didn't See It Coming

The kiddo's and I cleaned their room yesterday.

It looked good. The floor was completely free of run away crayons and marbles. Not a single item of dirty clothing or paper cutting in sight (or out of sight). Shoes tucked away in the closet and books put on their shelves.

And...well...

It wasn't good enough.

It. Wasn't. Good. Enough.

*Mind blown*

I thought I was tied up for fun, but nooooo, I wasn't.

He pulled out That Thing (I hate it!) and the truth came out, I was in trouble.

That Thing is a piece of wood that he turned into a paddle. When I see it, I want to run away. Seriously, I feel that shit in my toes. Not cool.

But it is greatly appreciated. I love that he sees I have more to give.






11 comments:

  1. Oh my, not good enough? Ouch, your poor butt. I love the last line. What a positive way to look at it :)

    Hugs
    Roz

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    1. Roz, no kidding! The first night, for forgetting to clean, wasn't near as bad...guess I need to stop lollygagging. :)

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  2. Oh golly he is working you hard!

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    1. Daisy, and these past couple days, I'm not taking chances! Lol.

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  3. Having to change head space quickly from play to punishment, will sometimes do me in...you handled it beautifully with your attitude...YEAH for you.
    hugs abby

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    1. abby, that paddle is very distracting, I might not have handled it the same if there was a difference implement.

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  4. Happy to hear in the end you got what you deserved....bwahahahaa!

    Seriously you sound very happy and that is wonderful!
    willie

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    1. willie, hey, watch it now! Lol! Kidding. I did deserve it, but I still really hate That Thing.

      I am happy--so very happy. Keeping thoughts positive. Though I have to admit, I'm afraid of falling...

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  5. Hmmm ... I'd have a hard time with that ... unless I knew that I hadn't given it my all, that I'd been lax, etc. I would be sorely tempted to turn "my efforts are good enough" into "I'm not good enough" I'm afraid. But, this is just me thinking about your post looking from the outside in and only seeing a small part of the picture. If you felt good about it afterward it really doesn't matter what my thoughts are about it. ;)

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    1. Just noticed a typo ... I meant "my efforts AREN'T good enough", not are. Ooops.

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    2. Lilli, oh good point. I've had those thoughts, more times than I'd like to admit. For me though, they seem to happen more often when he doesn't say something about my mistakes, "I'm a lost cause/not worth the effort/not good enough/etc."

      No matter what the cause for those thoughts, it's purely insecurities talking (which sometimes turn into fear). If I wasn't good enough, he wouldn't be here.

      I didn't do a great job. :( I think the clean floor distracted me from the dust, messy shelves, and a few clean clothes on the dresser, which he pointed out.

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