I just need to be spanked and sent to bed early!

It's a relief.  Night shift is now well underway.  A week and a half in.  I needn’t have worried about our routine.  Sunday bedtime 10.30 came and upstairs I was marched up for maintenance (ouch) and promptly put to bed and with a warning to stay put or there would be consequences.  I got up once for a call of nature and got a bark from down stairs “back to bed” but other than that I was a pure angel.

I have actually been really good all week, except for Monday.  OH MY GOODNESS.  I broke a big rule BIG TIME.

My phone rule!  I must have always have my phone on me at all times, whether it be in my hand, on a desk next to me or tucked down my bra.

I missed 5 calls from Sir which caused him to run out of credit.  And to top that off, he had come in to see me just after lunchtime had started and had to wait for me for an hour as I had gone to lunch with my son.  Oops.  Sir was not happy.  I was given a major lecture there and then.  And when I got home that night I was given an early bed time and then he went off to work and rang me and mentioned it again and said I would be punished for it the following morning and to expect the dreaded white tail.

Well, all I can say is that I made sure I was in bed well before my bed time.  No messing around that night.  It was fitful sleep because I can’t cope with whitetail.

Thankfully the next morning he was slightly more lenient and I just got the cane.  I say just got, it still hurt and I was very remorseful but it could have been worse.

So Sir is still Sir. We are finding our new momentum.  It’s taking a little while but we will get there.

But then this morning happened.  I suppose you could say it started last night.  I didn’t sleep well.  I stayed in bed, but I didn’t sleep so well, and as a result, this morning I was tired.

Little Miss was supposed to go to school with me but then it was dad and then dad was too tired and then it was back to me.  It was getting later and later.  It takes me about 20 minutes to get to work from home.  The school detour is another 20 minutes.  I was low on gas for the car and I get a bit panicky when the gauge goes below ¼ of a tank.  SO I got a little wound up.  I can’t really be late for work, I needed to go and sort out some banking because I was adamant that I needed gas to get me to school and to work, Sir was adamant that I didn’t I would fine.  My attitude sunk to an all time low.  I yelled and cursed at him.  He didn't yell back but he made it clear he wanted to do something.  He was mad at me.  I marched out of the house with a “whatever see ya later! And then I got mad at Little Miss too – which is another rule broken.  Which he doesn't even know about yet.  I was very much the bad tempered drama queen!

Turns out, he was right and I was VERY wrong.  I got to work 2 minutes late with hardly a budge in the gas gauge.

So, I know what SHOULD happen when I get home.  We all know what SHOULD happen when I get home, right?.  I am not sure what WILL happen when I get home.  I do know before night shift then I would get it tonight for sure.  But with night shift there is no certainty.  I will of course write it in my book ready for Sunday maintenance.  So he will address it then, I do know that.  But anyway, for one thing I do owe him an apology.  I sent him a quick email this morning when I got to work…this exact one… wonder if he will get the message