Not much to update. I took the day off from work to go to my D7's school to see her end-of-year exhibition. All the second grader's talking about their favorite things they learned this year was super cute
After that, I decided to start cleaning/organizing my garage. My H left it as a disaster. I haven't been able to park in it in over a year because the garage door opener hasn't worked. I'm buying a new one, so I want to get everything in its place so I can park there again. I got a lot done, but reached a point where I need H to help with the rest. When he goes camping, he'll just dump a pile of stuff in the garage. I don't know what's trash and what isn't. Some of it is too heavy for me to lift. He's been saying he would take care of it, so I decided to ask him about it. These were our texts:
Me: When are you available to help me in the garage?
H: This weekend is going to be a bad weekend. I have plans. But I can probably come over and help next weekend.
Me: I'll have to see if next weekend works for me.
H: Okay. Let me know.
Small exchange, but a couple of victories for me there: (1) I didn't ask him about his plans; (2) I didn't just immediately agree to his suggestion. I do not have plans for next weekend yet, but I fully intend to make them. His tendency since he moved out is to want to have family time or come do things at the house when it is his weekend to have D7. He's perfectly fine with me giving up my time, but rarely volunteers to give up some of his time to do "friend" or "family" things.
OK, off to pick D7 up from school and take her to get ice cream
