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<blockquote data-quote="tishthedish" data-source="post: 656867" data-attributes="member: 17103"><p>Lil,</p><p>I feel your pain. The anticipation of their failure to fulfill promises is as agonizing as the reality.</p><p></p><p>My kids thought that I was the inventor of cruel and unusual punishment. When my younger son would miss the bus and <em>then ask that I drop him off at school up the hill so he wouldn't be seen with me</em>, I'd comply. As he exited the vehicle, I'd pretend I was fiddling with the radio or looking for a piece of gum in my purse and give him a quick good-bye. Then I'd stealthily cruise through the parking lot and just as he joined his peer group, I'd roll up behind him HONK!!!! and roll the window down and yell out like a fishwife (and Kojak), "Who loves ya, baby???" He turned the color of a Beefeater tomato. His friends roared. I laughed so hard on the way home I could hardly keep my car on the road.</p><p></p><p>I did a similar thing to my D H when we were newlyweds. (Don't judge,Jabber) My husband went golfing often and would say he'd be home at say 7 p.m. I'd have dinner ready, etc. Well, <em>over and over</em> again he would get back a lot later, and with no phone call. I didn't mind the solitude. I was working full time and we only had one TV so it was kind of a treat. But, even then, I was a worrier. So I pictured him in a car accident, golf cart explosion, drowned in a water hazard, maimed by a rabid goose. One night when he finally rolled in I gave him the silent treatment. He had enjoyed some brews on the 19th hole and there was no way I was going to nag. He went and sat in the living room and started hectoring me, "What are you so mad about? I was out with my friends. I work hard and am entitled to some fun. What's your problem?" I was in the kitchen microwaving the spaghetti and meatballs I had so lovingly prepared hours before. While waiting for the beep, I took a piece of now very crusty garlic bread I had baked for him and held it at a level where our collie could lick it over and over and over. I silently walked to the living room with his hot supper and what looked like a "buttery" piece of garlic bread lovingly placed just so on his plate. As I handed it to him he was STILL spouting off...but once I saw him sink his teeth into that soggy piece of dough, all my anger dissipated. I started laughing so hard I had to crawl down the hall on my hands and knees towards our bedroom. Confused by my behavior, in his hazy mental state, he started yelling, "You're crazy. Look at you. You've gone mad!" That made me laugh all the harder. The collie was hot on my heels as he had so recently been the benefactor of my misbehavior. I just told D H about this 5 years ago. He said, "Never noticed. Tasted fine to me!" He so gets me. Goodness, I love that man of mine. </p><p></p><p>Soooo....in the Tish book of grime and punishment, I would probably go write on the church windows that D C son was a nose-picker or was a Justin Beiber fan...a Belieber? Yes, a Belieber. Even if the windows never got washed, I'd be bathed in endorphins after the belly laugh I got due to my immaturity and moronic sense of humor.</p><p></p><p>Hope I made you smile. Sincerely Lil, I hope things work out. I'll be thinking about you and praying for you in days to come.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="tishthedish, post: 656867, member: 17103"] Lil, I feel your pain. The anticipation of their failure to fulfill promises is as agonizing as the reality. My kids thought that I was the inventor of cruel and unusual punishment. When my younger son would miss the bus and [I]then ask that I drop him off at school up the hill so he wouldn't be seen with me[/I], I'd comply. As he exited the vehicle, I'd pretend I was fiddling with the radio or looking for a piece of gum in my purse and give him a quick good-bye. Then I'd stealthily cruise through the parking lot and just as he joined his peer group, I'd roll up behind him HONK!!!! and roll the window down and yell out like a fishwife (and Kojak), "Who loves ya, baby???" He turned the color of a Beefeater tomato. His friends roared. I laughed so hard on the way home I could hardly keep my car on the road. I did a similar thing to my D H when we were newlyweds. (Don't judge,Jabber) My husband went golfing often and would say he'd be home at say 7 p.m. I'd have dinner ready, etc. Well, [I]over and over[/I] again he would get back a lot later, and with no phone call. I didn't mind the solitude. I was working full time and we only had one TV so it was kind of a treat. But, even then, I was a worrier. So I pictured him in a car accident, golf cart explosion, drowned in a water hazard, maimed by a rabid goose. One night when he finally rolled in I gave him the silent treatment. He had enjoyed some brews on the 19th hole and there was no way I was going to nag. He went and sat in the living room and started hectoring me, "What are you so mad about? I was out with my friends. I work hard and am entitled to some fun. What's your problem?" I was in the kitchen microwaving the spaghetti and meatballs I had so lovingly prepared hours before. While waiting for the beep, I took a piece of now very crusty garlic bread I had baked for him and held it at a level where our collie could lick it over and over and over. I silently walked to the living room with his hot supper and what looked like a "buttery" piece of garlic bread lovingly placed just so on his plate. As I handed it to him he was STILL spouting off...but once I saw him sink his teeth into that soggy piece of dough, all my anger dissipated. I started laughing so hard I had to crawl down the hall on my hands and knees towards our bedroom. Confused by my behavior, in his hazy mental state, he started yelling, "You're crazy. Look at you. You've gone mad!" That made me laugh all the harder. The collie was hot on my heels as he had so recently been the benefactor of my misbehavior. I just told D H about this 5 years ago. He said, "Never noticed. Tasted fine to me!" He so gets me. Goodness, I love that man of mine. Soooo....in the Tish book of grime and punishment, I would probably go write on the church windows that D C son was a nose-picker or was a Justin Beiber fan...a Belieber? Yes, a Belieber. Even if the windows never got washed, I'd be bathed in endorphins after the belly laugh I got due to my immaturity and moronic sense of humor. Hope I made you smile. Sincerely Lil, I hope things work out. I'll be thinking about you and praying for you in days to come. [/QUOTE]
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