Bed.Bed.Bed.Bed

WWE is coming to Biloxi. Mandy and Jeff are excited to be able to see their beloved wrestling in person. Lily and I do not care for violence. Or rather we don't care to witness violence, we are good with the violence toward each other. Mandy and Jeff, they are both much more peaceful than either Lily or I.

Today Lily and I had a Royal Rumble. An argument over what to call her "bed", she wants me to call it her "sleepy night-night" I refused. Two hours of screaming ensued. It may seem like a silly thing to stand up to her about, and it really isn't important. Yet, I refused to say what she told me to say when she told me to say it and therefore she threw a royal fit. This was not ok.

I had asked her to pick up her puzzle, before she dumps out a third one onto the table. She told me her belly hurt and she was too tired to clean up her mess. I told her is she was that tired she should go to bed. She was furious. Because she prefers it if I say, go sleepy night-night. And she prefers it if I clean up her toys.

After two hours of screaming, sobbing so loud and so violently that she almost puked, I was able to explain that she can say "sleepy night-night" and I can say "bed" and we can still live in the same house. Ten minutes later she was crying about her shoes.

I got a lot of house work done during the fit. I vacuumed, she screamed. I mopped, she screamed. I cleaned the bathrooms, she screamed. Whenever she slowed down a bit I would give her a hug and try to move on, she would politely ask me to say "sleepy night-night" I would politely refuse, screaming ensued. I started to think that I wished I had been born a couple hundred years earlier. First there is the chunky women being pretty, and then there is the switch. Instead of all this drama I could beat her and we could move on. It sometimes seems like if we could just avoid all this sensitivity crap, give her a good smack and move on. Enlightenment, what joy.

It is ever so ironic that just yesterday I emailed an old friend that Lily is being so sweet lately, that I believe she is past her throwing fits stage. Guess I should think again.

She is sweetly putting together a puzzle right now. All fresh from the bath. I am thinking in my head.

Bed.
Bed.
Bed.
Bed.

I feel better now. Has she cleaned up the other puzzles yet?

no.