I feel the same that you do when you bitch and nag at your husband until things blow up into a big fight and then he rushes around and does every single thing you've been asking him to do for 5 years in one night and eventually you're like, "baby, you don't have to pressure wash the driveway and reshingle the roof tonight, just start to do things on a more consistent basis."
and he's all like "No, no, you want the driveway pressure washed and the roof reshingled and I'm doing it right this second. I won't eat or sleep until I do. I'd rather just get it done."
and half of you feels really bad but half of you is really happy that you got your way and stuff is finally getting done and you hope every day from here on out is like this.
So good job, folks! It wasn't that hard, was it? It didn't even hurt. Okay, so some of your kids went hungry for a minute. Boofreakinhoo. Those damn kids eat all the time and are always needing something.
From now on, let's not let it get to this. If you see that comments are lagging, pitch in a little around here. I don't WANT to yell at you all.
But it does work.
It would be really hard to start the punishment routine today anyway because little kid is being a total punk and I have photographic evidence and stuff that I need to document here.
I'll be back really soon.
Oh, and thanks for telling me Dooce is such a slacker. That means a lot to me, it really does.