Superwoman

Let's have a bit of a rant, k?  Thanks.

I'm still very used to doing everything on my own.  Before GPOM move in, my most common mantra as I did the thousands of chores required to leave the house was, "I don't see anyone else racing over to help me with this."  So I took out the trash.  Loaded the dishwasher.  Fed the cat and depooped the litter box.  Grabbed the dry cleaning.  Got together client files.  Made sure the electronics had their power cords.

Now, I still do the same thing, but there's someone here to help me.  Allegedly.  Now, don't get me wrong, I absolutely know that I have big ol' control issues; to wit, I will not let anyone touch the laundry but me.

Now I resent laundry.  And cooking dinner.  And making the beds.  And noticing that the trash is taking over the kitchen.

I resent that I get an occasional, "Thanks, honeybunney!" when I do the bulk of the work.

A while back, I learned that I am a terrible liar and can hide nothing that I think, but that these cues are not enough notice to ask for what I need.

Might be time for a chat.