The Proof is in the Pudding

Honestly, I think Penelope wanted to give me an extension rather than have me make good on my payment last night. She feigned fatigue. It was a good feint. It was late and she’d mowed the yard in temperatures that had fallen into the 90′s. Of course, I ignored her.

This morning, I woke up early with a gnawing feeling in my brain. Looked at the clock and realized I hadn’t turned on my alarm. The internal clock and my subconscious were working in harmony. It was a good way to start the day. Penelope’s alarm went off a few minutes later. She snuggled up to me and I rubbed on the booty. Had the sounds of the younger not come wailing through the baby monitor, I would’ve converted that rub into a little morning delight. Penelope rolled over and the smile on her face told me she too woke up on the right side of the bed.

Kids were chaos this morning. I love being a parent, but I’m not going to pretend that every moment is joy. Sometimes you have the urge to put the kids in the back yard and the dogs in the back seat. The dogs whine less and are much quicker on the uptake training-wise, plus they’re just happy to go for a ride. I was letting the chaos wind me up as I wanted to get out early. Our cocktail glass selection is currently lacking and our guests enjoy the libations. I needed two more highball glasses to bring my total to six; I needed six Collins glasses to complete the cabinet. The store which sells the glassware is right by my office. I wanted to get out and get that errand finished. Then the elder announced, screamed rather, that she had to use the bathroom. We obliged, she refused to get back into the car seat. Little kids are masters of the evasive back-arch when they are not in the mood to be strapped in. The elder did not want to ride with me, even though I was going to drive her past a pasture so she could see horses and cows. She wanted to go with mommy. Penelope threw the elder in her car, I transferred the younger. We were off.

I’m picking up the kids this afternoon as Penelope is cleaning the house.  This mornings shuffle meant Penelope had the car seat I needed for the younger. She delivered it to my office. I was expecting a little bit of attitude as she had to go into work late and make a special trip to my office because of this mornings adventures in parenting. All smiles. The eyes sparkled with love and lust. “Show me the Collins glasses you picked out.” Kisses. “I’ll see you this afternoon.” Another quick kiss. “I love you, Ulysses.” More lusty sparkling.

There are those who think that being a nice accommodating fellow is the way to maintain a relationship. Those fellows are wrong. As Koanic said, share the calm energy and the assertive energy. Give your woman what she needs rather than what she says she wants.  Reduce the wife to a moat of receptive pleasure. Be action and power. Appetite and defiance become you well. The results are undeniable.