So the results from The Kennedy Boy's interview just might have to wait until Monday. He's not wanting to be as cooperative as he was when I wrote the earlier post. Last night I sat down with him to start with a few of the questions. Unfortunately (but being real here) it lead to a little argument. Bummer huh. Anyways a little argument ensued, I threatened to sign off on blogging completely (which I knew wasn't fair fighting, because I didn't really mean it) but he had hurt my feelings a bit.
After we had said our few things and decided that we would just go to bed not talking (because sometimes just starting fresh in the morning is really better), I got up from the couch and stormed down the hall. I could tell he had every intention of not speaking to me the rest of the night and possibly allowing himself to fall asleep on the couch. (We have NEVER not slept in the same bed after an argument.) But here is where I really wasn't fair.
I changed into pjs. Naughty pjs. A tight little t-shirt and hot pants and decided that I needed a drink of water from the kitchen before falling asleep. So back down the hall I went with my butt cheeks showing....passed him without making eye contact and got my little drink of water. Then turned around and passed him again...showing my backside....all while smiling from ear to ear....knowing exactly what I was doing! Shameless I know. It didn't soften him as easily as I hoped. But he did come to bed around 1:30 am and I whispered....."I really don't like arguing."