The Most Important Thing

I’m hating technology this morning. My daughter’s phone is giving her problems. My iPad is weird. I think both are because of recent updates. You know, they make things “better” but somehow manage to screw things up in the process.

Last night I was thinking I did a lot over the weekend but it really doesn’t look like it. I gained some counter space in the kitchen and on the table, but it’s still a wreck. I installed the bidet seat, but that was never really on the to-do list until I bought it. I put more of Lion’s clothes away but there’s still some in the box. We winterized the camper, just in time for the temperature to drop below freezing so that’s a win. I installed the new medicine chest so the bathroom is a little neater. And I got Lion’s speakers set up for his computer. But not many boxes were emptied.

I also made Lion happy when I shaved around my weenie and the boys. I’m sure he wanted more shaved but I did what was necessary. Well, what was necessary for him.  And I gave him another blow job. He thoroughly enjoyed that.

Around bedtime, I realized I hadn’t done the most important thing: punishment swats for forgetting Saturday was punishment day. It’s been a while since he did that but I wanted him to know how serious it is so I sentenced him to four days of swats. And then I forgot.

What consequences are there when I forget? I guess it’s just like any other person in power. The rules do not apply to me. Do as I say, not as I do. And then I can make a rule that says he has to remind me if I forget. If he forgets, does he get more punishment? We could be in a vicious circle.

It doesn’t make any sense for him to be punished more for forgetting to remind me when I forget. I’ll just have to come up with a way to remember. Sometimes it’s as easy as putting a paddle on the bed. If I’m not ready to swat him, but I remember I need to, doing that will remind me later on and it also alerts him that swats are coming. No one has ever accused me of being subtle.