My husband Steven has been slacking around the house. He told me he'd go to the grocery store-didn't, he's supposed to cook dinner and hasn't in weeks, the lawn needs to be mowed and more importantly, he was supposed to do the laundry, which included washing a blouse I wanted to wear to a meeting today. I'm running around the house looking for this blouse and can't find it anywhere. When I ask him, he said he can't keep track of every piece of clothing I own. When I press him with what he's been doing with all of his time he doesn't seem to know. I bend over to pick up a pile of laundry he was supposed to wash yesterday and out falls the blouse! Enough is enough. I spank him with my hand until his bottom is red and he's squirming but he doesn't seem to be sorry yet. He argues, makes snide comments so, I grab the hairbrush, conveniently laying on my nightstand. The hairbrush doesn't seem to make him apologetic either so I grab a long handled, wooden paddle. He's thrashing around and cursing, but still no apology. I try a different hairbrush on him and he's really red, bruised and beginning to ooze a little. When all is said and done, he does apologize but it never sounds sincere. I guess I'll just have to keep after him until he begins to show me some respect. Watch.
