So, DH decided to give BV two chores a week and pay her for them. I don't agree with this, but it's his money, so whatever....

What are the chores, you ask?

1. Take the garbage out Wednesday nights
2. Bring garbage can/recycling bins back to the garage on Thursdays
3. Empty the reload the dishwasher each day

She gets $20 bucks for these obviously demanding and grueling chores.

BV was at Medusa's dad and SM's from Sunday morning until Wednesday night. I was handling the dishwasher situation and I took the garbage out Wednesday when I got home from work. BV came home after the garbage went out.

I pull in the driveway from work yesterday and what do you know? The garbage cans and recycling bins are sitting out in front of the house...I come into the house to find the empty egg container sitting on the counter. The dishwasher has been emptied and reloaded, though there are still a few dishes in the sink.

BV and her friend come walking in the house-apparently they were down at the park. I asked her to bring the garbage cans in. She said "oh, I thought that was tomorrow."

I replied, "you did not see them in front of the house when you walked up to the house?" She said no. She and her friend head upstairs.

I stopped her and told her to bring the garbage cans in. She huffed and puffed but went outside to do it. I then said to her, "so, when you used the last of the eggs this morning and walked over to the garage door to put it in the recycle bin, you didn't think that the absence of the recycle bins meant that they were out by the curb?"

Her reply? "Well, I didn't look in the garage. I wasn't going to recycle it." My response? "So you were just going to leave it sitting on the counter?" BV - "I was going to throw it in the garbage."

Me-"but you didn't. You left it sitting on the counter." Blah blah blah blah and then she went upstairs.

There is no way in hell I buy her bullshit. I know exactly what happened-she walked over to the garage door, opened it up, saw that the recycle bins were not there, closed the door, put the empty egg container back on the counter and went about her merry day.

Also, there were sandwich crumbs all over the table. She has been told time and time again to clean up after herself, which means wiping the crumbs off of the counter and or table.

Apparently, it is just too much for her.

Went to grab a paper towel, and of course, found an empty tube. I took pictures of the dishes in the sink, the crumbs all over the place and sent them to DH. Just as I suspected he would do, he walked in the house and wiped down the table, replaced the paper towels and put the dishes in the dishwasher.

I said, "DH, can I ask you something without you getting mad?" He said, "not now" and headed upstairs. Uh, okay then. Later on he asked me what I wanted to ask him earlier. I told him that I feel like as long as he goes behind her cleaning up her messes, there will never be any incentive for her to do it herself.

His response? "I'll handle it." My reply? "Yes, and that's the problem.

We see Therapist on Tuesday for the first time since ASS moved out - I am very much looking forward to it.

Oh, and I told DH that I would take the $20 this week since I was the one who did the lion's share of the work.

And, so it goes.......