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I was over at the old place last night as usual, doing things in preparation for showing the house for sale in the next few months. This included moving a few boxes, sorting through a cabinet, being tall for my ex w.r.t. the living room shelves, and sitting on the floor in m'boy's room so he'd pick his stuff up off the floor. The last part was of course the most time consuming and contentious, because we're talking about my son, who doesn't like being reminded that he's a slack-ass punk little deficient in executive function.
I got him to make his bed, but I didn't know that he was supposed to use new bedding. The old bedding is stained, but I was loath to tell him to take it off given how cold my ex keeps that house.
Ex: I'll have to fix his room tomorrow.
Me: Get him to do it.
Ex: You can't get him to do anything.
Me: You can't just give up.
Ex: Why not?
Me: Because he's your baby and you're his mommy.
Ex: I'll send him to you. Maybe you can get him to do things.
I'm ready to be rid of both of them. There was a time recently when I thought I soon would be.
The backstory? My ex is really wound up about the impending sale. I mean, it's nice that she wants to maximize profit & minimize delay, and there's not a doubt in my mind that it'll work out fine, but it's definitely taking a toll on her. And it certainly doesn't help that her arthritis has been acting up and robbing her of sleep lately; this is probably related to the above.
I got him to make his bed, but I didn't know that he was supposed to use new bedding. The old bedding is stained, but I was loath to tell him to take it off given how cold my ex keeps that house.
Ex: I'll have to fix his room tomorrow.
Me: Get him to do it.
Ex: You can't get him to do anything.
Me: You can't just give up.
Ex: Why not?
Me: Because he's your baby and you're his mommy.
Ex: I'll send him to you. Maybe you can get him to do things.
I'm ready to be rid of both of them. There was a time recently when I thought I soon would be.
The backstory? My ex is really wound up about the impending sale. I mean, it's nice that she wants to maximize profit & minimize delay, and there's not a doubt in my mind that it'll work out fine, but it's definitely taking a toll on her. And it certainly doesn't help that her arthritis has been acting up and robbing her of sleep lately; this is probably related to the above.
