It seems that like my "talk" the other day worked. I no longer feel the urge to pack up all my stuff and squeal out of the driveway on two tires/tyres*. After I spent two days completely losing my shit it looks like B got my point. He has cleaned the bedroom, the yard and has taken the rubbish out all on his own. I didn't even need to put the bag on top of his shoes so he would notice it. He also wants to take Mabel out more so I can do things that involve me totally wasting time like, sipping lattes and surfing the internet looking at useless crap in a cafe or going to see a movie. Basically stuff that I can't do with a 16 monther in tow. So now that he is being a good boy, for his birthday yesterday I got him a remote control helicopter that he has been drooling over for a while. Whatever floats your boat. He means well don't get me wrong, but sometimes he needs 'reminders'. It does feel really good to hash out all the issues and clean the slate and move on.
*Tyres, I still don't know why Australians use a y in tire, if anybody can 'splain this it would be appreciated. I also love how they call panel beating, "smash repairs". It makes me giggle everytime I see it.
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