...Sometimes I Break My Rules...

...So there's this thing I do with my partner...we have these rules we follow. It’s like a little game between us, to keep things interesting and add some structure to our dynamic. You know, the usual stuff, no snacks before dinner, no TV during certain times, that sort of thing. And usually, I'm pretty good at following them...but last week? Well, it was raining really hard and I got so bored...I broke one of my own rules. We had this rule that says no desserts unless you've done your chores first. Yeah, we're kind of like little kids in the house sometimes, he's the daddy figure, I'm the little girl (or maybe the mommy, depending on the day). And it’s been going well...until last week. I had this big tub of ice cream in the freezer that was calling my name. And the thing is, there were these dishes sitting in the sink, just waiting to be washed. But I couldn't bring myself to do them, I didn’t want to! It’s silly, I know. So instead of washing them, I went for the ice cream...just a little bit. When my partner found out later that day? He was not happy. I tried explaining it as just being hungry and wanting something sweet, but he saw right through me. We had this big discussion about breaking rules, how important they are in our dynamic. And yes, there were consequences, I didn’t get any dessert for days after that. But the funny thing is? Even though I feel guilty about it now...I still do it sometimes. Maybe next time, I’ll actually wash those dishes first...but probably not right away. The rule-breaker in me just can't resist! ...