Maybe it was an excuse, but Lion’s tummy bothered him last night. I didn’t see the need to have him face down on the spanking bench if his tummy was upset. Well, I saw the need. I just didn’t want to exacerbate his condition. Little did I know that he would get in trouble again anyway.
I know he’s been working on the website. I know he gets frustrated with it. I’m not sure he made a single trip into the kitchen yesterday. I never suggested a second cup of coffee. I assumed he didn’t want one because he neither asked nor went to do it himself. The other thing he didn’t do was set up the coffee pot. I knew it wasn’t done. I had to move it out of my way when I washed the pots from dinner. I could have set it up, knowing he was doing battle with the website. I could have ignored the fact that I had to set it up this morning. I’ve done that from time to time in the past without letting him know. However, he’s been forgetting it quite a bit lately. He needs to remember it.
As a matter of fact, he interrupted me yesterday, too. It wasn’t a the-house-is-on-fire kind of interruption either. I can understand his interrupting if it’s an emergency. Sometimes he will interrupt and say, “I’m sorry for interrupting, but XYZ.” Maybe it’s something important in that moment. Maybe it’s something he keeps forgetting to tell me. I decide if it’s a valid interruption. Yesterday, he was finishing my sentence. In the past, he’s used the excuse that he didn’t know I was continuing because I’d stopped talking. This was not that. This wasn’t even a pause for a breath. He was interjecting his knowledge. He wasn’t being a know-it-all. It was along the lines of my saying, “It’s really raining out there and..” with him saying, “It’s supposed to all weekend.” Um, yeah. That’s what I was going to say if given half a second to finish it.
Again, it’s nothing earth-shattering. Maybe I could let it go if it didn’t happen frequently enough to have become a rule. I think it’s similar to teaching a class and having a student yell out the answer. Weren’t we taught in school to raise our hands? Isn’t it rude to speak out of turn? Maybe I am his mother. Yuck. Anyway, now he has three things to be punished for: ten minutes for the first coffee pot error, five more minutes for interrupting, and five more minutes for the second coffee pot error. Can I muster twenty minutes of spanking? If I can, can he? We may both be in for a world of hurt.