Hands on the Cart

I thought I knew my man pretty well.  We've spent practically our whole lives together.  There is little that he does that shocks or surprises me... until recently.  Since Bucko has found his stride in TTWD there are days I have found myself asking, who are you and what have you done with my husband?

These aren't major changes or even anything that I haven't asked for, yet sometimes his new found confidence and leadership still catches me off guard.  I'm not sure I will ever get used to seeing that HOH look in Bucko's eyes.  I must admit I'm not sure I want to.  It's really hot.  His blue eyes just seem to burn right through me and heat up a few other things in the process... Ahem.  Moving on...

(Go Ahead take a water break... I need one too)

Now that we have that out of the way, back to the topic at hand.  Something we have done since we started DD is the concept of having a job.  Usually this is a task I need to complete before the day is over.  This helps me to feel focused and like I've accomplished something for the day.  It keeps me from running around trying to accomplish everything and really accomplishing nothing.  Most of these are chores I do while Bucko is at work.  Woe to the Buckette that doesn't have her job done when Bucko gets home.  Sometimes these border on submission exercises.  Almost always they are done when Bucko isn't around.  Until last weekend.

Bucko and I grocery shop together every weekend.  Apparently I can't be trusted to go by myself and not overspend.  Hey, I needed those cookies.  Don't judge me!  We arrived at the grocery store, Bucko opened my door and led me to the door.  As we were getting the cart, I passed it to him since Bucko likes to drive.  He passed it back to me and as I took it he leaned over and in that HOH-y voice (Have I mentioned how sexy that voice is?) whispered to me, "Keep your hands on the cart.  You don't get to reach for anything.  Got it?"

Huh? What?

Hands on the cart. Understood

Umm yes dear?

Close enough since we are in public.  (Holy crow where did that come from?)  

So our journey through the store began.  Out of habit I started to reach for the produce we needed.  Well, Bucko didn't approve and he SWATTED me! In public! At the grocery store!  In the middle of the produce section!  I was shocked to say the least. When I turned to glare, pout, question, apologize for not following his directions, he simply smiled and repeated, "Hands on the cart." 

Well color me mortified.  After that first swat I vowed to make it through the rest of the grocery trip with my hands on the cart.  This was no small feat, and I managed to get at least three more swats before the end of the trip.  Really, I couldn't help it.  It was the hardest grocery trip ever.

After our trip I tried to figure out what in the world had inspired Bucko to do this.  In my new found DD wisdom I decided to get my answer from the horse's mouth. (See how much I'm learning; totally resisted making a comment about the other end of the horse.)

So what inspired that today? (I had my theory, but we'll get there in a minute)

It seemed like a good idea at the time.  Problem with that?

Not at all, just curious.  I thought it was some kind of neat communication exercise thing.  You know having to tell you what I wanted and needed.  It was a good idea.

I just figured it would keep you from spending too much money, but I like what you said better.  We'll go with that.

Wow.  Okay Bucko... whatever you say.  

Maybe I over thought the exercise, but it served its purpose all the same.  I may never look at a grocery cart the same way again.