Waiting

Okay. I'm waiting on a spanking. I've been waiting on a spanking. For two weeks. When we were on vacation there was an argument that escalated into some pretty serious disrespect, but the proximity of my parents along with a desire on both of our parts to just put it away for the time being resulted in reckoning delayed. But when we got back to the house I was supposed to have spotless before we left, he announced that there were issues to be dealt with.

Even though he was going into a 6 day shift, he promised I wouldn't have to wait till his next day off. Well, that day came and went. Along with his entire next shift. Yesterday, his first day off this time, he announced on the way to church that we had business to attend to. So I sit in church, my stomach in knots, trying to concentrate on the sermon instead of what he might use to blister my bottom.

After church we went to the pumpkin patch to get our pumpkins. Then back to church. Then back home. Then eventually to bed. Still no spanking. Although we did have a short conversation about how I'd assumed that after two weeks the issue was off the table and he assured me that in fact it was not.

Tonight he turned on a movie after he carved the pumpkins. Now granted, he's put a lot into today: he had to take Morgan for her kindergarten physical, complete with the throat swab and the finger prick and the peeing in a cup and the immunizations, all of which was rather upsetting to her. And then he took her bowling to get her mind off things, which was an awesome thing to do.

But I am about to go nuts. I'm not at all excited to get spanked here - in fact I'm really dreading it. But I hate the waiting. I just want it done with so I don't have to think about it. Urrgg!