Some people call my husband a "disciplinarian." I know he's much worse. My three children face beatings with the belt often, weekly if they're especially rude. Last night he slapped Sara across the face, she told him she hated him, or something. The twins laughed, so they were sent to their rooms, naturally. I think it's my fault. He tells me I spoil them when he's at work, that I don't pay enough attention. Deep down I know they need discipline, especially Sara. Tonight will be different because it's my husband's birthday. He doesn't particularly like his birthday, or much of anything, but I prepared the children to be on their best behavior. I dressed then in their best clothes, and cooked his favorite steak. As I sat them in their chairs and put away my utensils, I explained how special daddy's birthday is. To be honest I was nervous. It's important to me that their father doesn't hit them, again. I asked them to smile when daddy walked in. I knew they wouldn't though. Sadly, when he came home he was not in a great mood. I didn't understand because the children were perfectly still. I guess I should have cleaned the blood.
