So it's been about a week since I felt like I was on the brink of serious mental breakdown. I had my moment (which incidentally lasted a few days) but I put my big girl panties on and handled it. Thank you guys for all of your support-I really needed some grounding and as always, ya'll delivered.

I tried to talk to SO about it last week and I would have gotten further with the wall. I sat my not-so-happy bum on the couch for the better part of 3 days doing only what was necessary to keep my 2 year old clean and safe from her crazy self. This was my mini-strike.

On Saturday, BM was supposed to give SO child support for the first time in the last 7 months and asked SO to bring SS11 with him so she could have her weekend visit-then when SO was almost to her house, she all of a sudden "got stuck at work and didn't have any money for him". Yeah right. She does this every week "I have money for you, but you have to come get it." Then when he texts her that he's leaving to come get the money she all of a sudden falls into a black hole or something. I just don't understand why she had to rope SS11 into it this time. She asked SO to bring him, why would you do that if you're just going to blow him off? Then tonight she tells him she "has to pay for a lawyer for her DWI you know" like that is seriously what she's going with. Like it's just something that happened to her like a cold or something. SS ended up at BIL's all weekend which is whatever.

Anyway, Monday was typical, I do all the picking up/kid management, work, dinner, grocery shopping. The kitchen was a mess so I gave SO the option-either you put BD and SS11 to bed or you do the dishes. He said "I'm not touching the dishes" (which made me wonder in my head-who the F do you think you are acting like that, but I'm an adult and two can play this game) to which I responded "well then you're in bed and bath duty, enjoy it's one or the other and I'm done doing both."

Interestingly enough, I put BD and SS11 to bed twice this week and without so much as another word, came out to a spotless kitchen both nights. Tonight, he told me he had it all under control.

When he came home tonight we discussed weekend plans, and from now on, on Saturday mornings He is to get up with the kids so when I wake up I am get dressed and go work on my column at whatever local coffee shop tickles my fancy (is that saying a vagina reference?-just wondering? It sounds like one) because I've decided I need to do something for myself and I miss freelance writing. It's kind of luracrative too so that can be date night money or I can get that steam mop attachment I've been dreaming about.