Laura Doyle deserves a medal

The changes in my Husband are formidable. I’m seeing aspects of him I’ve not seen in a long time.

This is prompted by my return home from a work trip. It’s normal for this to result in total devastation of the house, complete dereliction of any adult responsibilities other than ensuring children are fed and get to school (in however a chaotic manner is required) And a lengthy run down of all the drama.

Different family this time round. House tidy, standards maintained. My return was planned for and my welcome amazing. He’s picked up things with the kids I had decided to let slide. He’s laid out his expectations for today as he has his own work project to do.

I didn’t lift a finger all day yesterday and was basically waited on all day while I snoozed on the sofa and cuddled my babies.

They were eating off paper plates and all the dishes were saved for me. ‘That’s still your job he said’ Even that impressed me tbh. I was tired and a bit arsey with him at one point and he put me in my place. I liked that too 😂 Said sorry like a good girl and snoozed more.

And on top of that he’s given me a thoroughly good going over, three times in 12 hours. Think he’s pleased I’m home.

And finally (yes it goes on!) I opened his letter from hmrc (he’s still ignoring post) to be notified of a bloody decent tax refund coming his way. I’ve moaned about his financial fuck ups before and his usual response to a windfall is ‘let’s go spend this on fun right now’ but instead he’s proposed a plan! A very good one that makes me very happy. And gives me hope!

All because Laura Doyle made some good points... He had nearly killed the goldfish but he’s ok so I’m letting that go...