This morning, during a moment of temporary insanity, I told Alpha that I needed to be beaten.
Quickly followed by a loud and honest proclamation that I didn't actually Want it.
He chuckled (somewhat smugly I might add), and said "but you need it."
What was I gonna do, turn around and lie about it? I settled for a disgruntled snort and speedy movement towards a room with children in it.
And Gods know, I do need it; however, the moment He starts really laying into me, I'm gonna have loud-mouther's remorse lol.
See, this is what happens when one partner wages a losing battle with the garden while the other works 80 hours a week.