Will Pleading Stupidity Get Me out of a Spanking?

Just in case you were wondering, the answer is no. Did I try? Yeah. Did I have a case? I'm pretty sure you'll agree I did!

Anyone who's been following my blog knows that there is one word that I'm not allowed to say. It doesn't matter if it's in another language, in sign language, abbreviated, or in any other form (you name it, I'm pretty sure I've tried it!). It doesn't matter if we're joking around, either. The meanie doesn't care. Not in the car. Not in the dark. Not in the house, not with a mouse. He does not like it here or there, he does not like it anywhere (yeah, I know, but I'm dealing with a one year old every waking moment; leave me alone!).

Anyway, I realize how strongly he feels about it, really I do. But I've had such a week of freedom (more on that soon), where I could say it over a hundred times without fear of getting in trouble (and I'm pretty sure I did), that it's been so hard to go back to all those pesky rules!

Still though, I didn't think I'd do something that stupid!

So that night, we were both snuggling in bed, and Jay reached up to turn out the light. As I heard the click, a thought occurred to me, and in typical Kay fashion, I immediately voiced what I was thinking at the very first moment of thinking it. "Yay!" I exulted into the darkness. "Two whole weeks!"

Jay wrapped his arms around me. "What's that, Sweetie?" he asked.

"It's been two weeks since I've been in trouble," I answered proudly.

Taking a moment out, I know that's not something you'd ever think you'd hear me say, but I assure you I was speaking truthfully. Of course, the real reason may have been that I was gone almost all that time, but that's a technicality, right? Anyway, getting back to that night, as usual Jay didn't share my enthusiasm.

"Huh," my husband grunted, letting that one word speak for itself. Then a moment later, WHACK!

"Ow!" I cried out in surprise, then turned accusingly toward him. "Jay!"

I could feel his mischievous smile in the darkness. "There!" he teased. "Now you no longer made two weeks!"

"WHATEVER!" Yup, I said it. I didn't whisper it either. I yelled it. The taboo word seemed to hang in the darkness, echoing in the sudden silence that followed. Even though I couldn't see him, I could feel Jay's smile morph into a thin line, and was pretty sure he was now giving me The Look. My stomach dropped. I couldn't say anything. Did I really just do that? Just brilliant, Kay. Ugh! 

Finally after a brief moment, Jay found his voice, breaking the tenseness, chuckling at the irony of the situation. "Wow, Sweetie, really? After just saying you'd gotten through two weeks?" He was shaking his head, as he flipped on the light. "And over you go," he said, matter-of-factly, while out came the paddle. I pleaded, but as usual on this issue, he was ironclad.

Nice guy that he is, he made the lesson fairly light, just enough to get his point across. Then came the lecture, of course, about how easy slipups happen, and how all this could be avoided if I'd just stop saying it altogether, not just when he's around.

I did hear him. I'll work on that. Really, I will (It's a nice thought, right?).

And true, it could have been way worse. But I still can't believe I did that! Talk about ironic timing, huh? Geez!