When a Friend Offers to "Help" Your HOH...RUN!

Well, life has been crazy, and that's a HUGE understatement! I suppose I should start from where I left off. To sum it up, since that evil Hell Week, Jay has been on a consistency kick that has been driving me absolutely bananas. I got through that week by the way. I know you might have been wondering, due to the fact that I've been, once again, MIA in Blogland. So yeah, I made it. That was the good news! The bad is that the effects of that week greatly lingered, unfortunately. To the point where I've wondered if I should have just taken that horrible punishment spanking, even as painful and awful and worse-than anything-I've-ever-experienced as it would have been. Because having a week where the sole focus is on your behavior and changing it, may sound wonderful and constructive and all that, but trust me, it sucks, both while it's going on, and after, since the rules created in that week follow me still. Yuck.

Okay, to be honest, I can be objective and say Jay is doing his job, and yes, this will help us in the long run. But keeping a good attitude about it now, and keeping from just giving up because I hate it, takes constant focus on the bigger picture, and let me tell ya, it's not easy.

And then there's the reason I haven't been able to be on the computer much, and not able to hardly even read blog posts, much less write one. So are you listening? Because this next sentence is extremely important, a lesson learned by me the hard way: when it comes to DD, just because somebody is a friend, does not mean that you should trust them. Like this title says, when friends want to "help" your HOH motivate you, and they won't tell you how--unless it involves something like presents--RUN! Remember, it's your posterior on the line, not theirs! Sadly, I didn't realize that until it was too late. Sigh.

"I'd like to talk to Jay about something, but I don't want to tell you what it's about. Do you trust me?" my friend had asked.

"Of course I do," I replied with the innocence of a lamb being led to slaughter. And like the trusting friend I was, I handed the phone over, and let them talk. Yeah. Guess what I found out later? That she was recommending to my husband some nice gifts he could give me for doing well, maybe a romantic getaway as motivation? You'd think! But nope. The conversation instead centered around the mean horrible oh so very helpful suggestion of this friend, who told Jay if he just didn't let me get on the computer until all my tasks were done, it would be motivation to do them faster. Which of course he added his own variation that has just made things really interesting. And that, of course, is putting it nicely. So thanks to her, and my husband's addons to her idea, yippee, I got a new rule. And let's just say because of it, I've had to pick between being very sore, or almost no time at all online or on my precious iPhone. Humph.

Taking a moment to spend out a special message to my friend: uh huh. It's been working out super duper. So again, thanks A LOT you-know-who! Can I send a glare through cyberspace? Grrrr....But yeah, you know I still love ya! Don't believe for a second my real motivation for wanting to visit you is so I can KICK YOUR BUTT! Really, I DON'T fantasize about trying that whole tar and feather thing they used to do a long time ago, seeing you run around looking like a chicken. Or getting a voodoo doll that looks like you and sticking a pin in it every time I want to get on the computer and can't, heh heh heh. I wouldn't even entertain the thought of setting anything of yours on fire (I mean, let's face it, you've already proven you don't need my help for that!). Or there's always the possibility of ever so generously returning the favor, having a conversation with YOUR husband about a variety of interesting topics, hee hee! Hmmm...I'll have to think about that last one more...

Okay, getting serious now, and doing that whole mature stepping back thing, I do imagine in time I will adjust to this, figure it all out, and yeah she's probably possibly right, it could help me. And yeah, all right, I'll say it, it's not like this person hasn't helped me in so many ways before this, that she probably knows my abilities better than I do. That's a friend for ya. But still, right now, yeah, I'll say it, it sucks. I'll even shout it from the roof: IT SUCKS!!!!!!!!!! (there I feel better, very therapeutic).

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Did you read all that? All that stuff you just read was what I had written, but never got to finish or post due to my constant lack of time partly because of everything going on, but most of all because of this asinine rule (can I utter another word of sincerest thanks, my friend? And yes, of course I'm being sarcastic!).

So...fast forward a little over a week to today. You want to hear something totally funny and ironic? 

Right at the moment, as circumstance would have it, I'm typing the rest of this from this friend's computer. No, I didn't borrow it without permission to get revenge! Geez! (although nice idea, that's the spirit!). What I mean is, I happen to actually be visiting this person. Like as in, I'm at her house right now. And my natural tendency to be good (oh shut up and just go with me here!) suddenly has become overshadowed by the reality of two things: my husband is not here which means complete freedom for me, and, her husband of course IS, which means that a rather golden opportunity for revenge has presented itself...

So what to do, what to do... Do I let it go and take the high road, or...

Do I take the pathway that would be oh so much more fun, and figure out a way to get her in BIG trouble? Or drop a casual suggestion that might make things more interesting for her as it is for me now? Or even though I don't have the guts to do it, have Jay (who totally would) soon send her hubby a thoughtful gift?

Yeah, you're right, I may be just too sweet. SIGH. It's also hard for me to even talk about DD-related stuff out loud with anyone but close friends, and much harder to casually throw a friend under the bus with another HOH. But if I can just get past those eensy weensy hangups, might the revenge be SO worth it? Hmmm...oh the temptation...


By the way, my friend, again, you know I love ya, that this is all in good fun, and I know you were and are trying to help, and therefore I would never do anything to seek revenge!

Or would I? Mwhahahaha! ;)