The loves that bind us...

Okay, so I am just a wee bit behind on updating my blog. Yeah, the pre-New Years resolution to write in it nearly everyday, with weekly being the most I go, well, we all can see how that went. There must be a punishment for such behavior, yet I know not what it is. But whatever it is, I am sure I deserve it.

Oh, the power of love and the things that love drives us to do. First, let me just say that the love I have for my husband has lead to some interesting conclusions. Yes, he is spoiled beyond belief and usually gets whatever he wants. Whatever you do, don't take him to the video game store or he will revert back in the the ever insistent child who begs and pleads for every shiny thing he sees. Of course, too often than not, I do give in. Hence conclusion number one: I give in way to easily when confronted with big, pleading, green eyes and a handsome face.

Conclusion number two would be that I can dish out the tough love, yet become incredibly guilt ridden for doing so. Like when we are at said video game store and I tell him only one video game and firmly put my foot down that the second desired game must be placed back on the shelf. Inevitably the anticipated pouting comes and usually a full fledged lip quiver accompanied with puppy dog eyes.

Now, I am prepared for this reaction since it is a common follow up to the word "No" (regardless of the reason). I do my best to not look at the face and to direct my attention onto the debit card that is exiting the wallet to complete the purchase of the first video game. I find if I actually pay attention to the money magically deserting my bank account it makes it easier to repel the Pout.

Oh, and to just make it clear, I can be quite stoic in my decision while in the video game store. It is, however, the walk through the mall and to the parking lot, that my resolve may begin to shake.

Husband: "You know, honey, that (fill in blank of game that was left on store shelf) game got a really good review."

Me: "I know, so we will get that one next time."

Husband: "Well, everyone already has that one and they keep asking me to play it. They said it's the best of the year."

Me: "You should have gotten that one then, instead of the one you bought."

Husband: "But this one is supposed to be better."

So, yes the conversation is a problem, but certainly one can overcome it. The final nail in my coffin of guilt is the viewing of the commercial depicting the postponed video game in all if its glory, which is of course, is sucker punching my poor husband and reminding him of the fact that he is the only person in the world who does not own it.

"Me: "Okay, tomorrow I will swing by the mall and pick it up."


And all of this is the prelude to my angelically beautiful daughter, who, in fact, has inherited her father's green eyes and being a girl, knows how to use their full world dominating power. I think we need not go into detail of how store outings result with that one.

Then there is the cookie. Or ice cream. Or cupcake. Or whatever gluttonously sinful delight that is out there, be it sweet or salty. Somehow, my ability to say "No" is non-existent in these situations.

The love that binds me, is the love that conquers me. C'est la Vie.