Good news: toilet has been scrubbed clean and smells of bleach.

Bad news: her room looks like a bomb has exploded in it and there are two lunchboxes of leftovers in her room, stinking up the place.

So hard to disengage from this but goddamnit, the husband told her that she'd be in her room cleaning it every afternoon after school. Has that happened? Fuck no. Am I pissed with her? Kind of, but hey, she's 12. Am I pissed off with him? Hell yeah. He's doing her a massive disservice by not teaching her these skills and not following up on her. So we had a massive blowout this morning. I know, it's my fault because disengagement means: walk away from the explosion, not towards it. Damnit. Why can't I keep my mouth shut?!?

Also, tomorrow I have this thing with her at her school - an E-STEM event where daughters and a female adult are paired into teams and then we get to assemble an engine. I fucking love that kind of stuff but considering SD12 doesn't work well with others, I'm a bit nervous about what may occur tomorrow. It's a good experience for her though so I'm glad that we can provide this experience for her. I'll be laying down the ground rules beforehand, mainly: do NOT tell people what they can or cannot do. I also hope that there are some cool adults there tomorrow. She goes to a private school and although I've gone to elite private schools myself, I'm tattooed, pierced and I look younger than my age.

Sorry for ranting