This is the journey of one control freak wife and one gentle spirited husband as they seek to balance their

roles in their home
and bring an extra measure of joy to their already happy marriage.

Monday, March 21, 2011

my act of submission

When do I know that I have allowed the spirit of submission to begin breaking the hard shell of my soul? 

When my husband asks me Sunday morning if I would please help him clean our bathroom and my response is, "Sure, sweetie...I'd be happy to."   I'd be happy too??!!! Have I lost my mind?  I hate, despise, LOATHE cleaning the bathroom.  Of all household chores that I could possibly do...I hate this one most.  I was contemplating this while still lying in the bed while he was up doing other chores.  I could hear him in the laundry room starting a load and then in the kitchen putting away dishes.  In our household this is the norm.  While I carry the vast majority of the responsibility for our business, he carries the vast majority of the responsibility for our home and home life. That was part of my desire to have dd in our marriage.  I wanted him to have complete authority over our personal life and home, to give him the room needed to express his masculinity and to unleash my femininity.

I reasoned in my mind that it was the only thing he asked of me, so I should be submissive and do it without complaint.  I proceeded to clean the entire bathroom by myself.  I grimaced and gagged, but got it all done.  Steve was shocked when he came back in thinking I had fallen back to sleep to find that I had not only helped, but completed the chore.  "I can't believe you scrubbed the whole bathroom! I was just wanting you to help by cleaning up your stuff on the vanity and cleaning the sink."  "I know."  "I know you hate cleaning the bathroom, what possessed you?"  "Don't know...guess I was feeling particularly submissive today."  " Well that is fantastic! Think you feel submissive enough to help me fold some laundry?"  "It depends... are you asking me or telling me to help you fold the laundry [grin]?"  He grabbed my arm, spun me sideways and planted several hard swats to my bottom. "I'm telling [grins back]."  "Then I am happy to help." 

A  small thing to be sure, but it made me feel week at the knees to have him be so pleased with me. Hopefully I will fair that well when a serious matter that requires my submission comes into play. I'm just praying I'll be able to walk the walk.


  1. Hi JW,

    I owe you a big apology. I just realized that you have left several wonderful comments on blog and they never got posted. They were filtered as spam by Blogger for reasons unknown. I want you to know that I didn't delete them and anything you have to say is most welcome on MBS. The comments have been restored and I vow to check the spam folder more often.

    Thank you for your comments. I really do appreciate them!


  2. Bonnie - no worries, being an inexperienced blogger I assumed I was doing something incorrectly. Thank you for your thoughtfulness.

  3. I sometimes think you could be writing my story. I love my new softness...never realized I had such a shell. But the biggest surprise is that all those chores I used to hate, hate, hate are now just things that need to be taken care of so we can move on and have fun. :)

  4. Rogue - I still loathe cleaning the bathroom and most chores, but I did enjoy the good girl spanking I got that evening! Maybe if Steve keeps associating good girl spankings with chores, I'll start reacting like Pavlov's dog when I see the toilet bowl brush!! ;)