Robustness, with results

K has a friend staying at the flat this weekend, the friend that she's going to be in the US with, although the friend is going for an extra week, leaving on Monday. Despite our agreement that we were going to keep the flat reasonably tidy, K's room, in typical teenage fashion, had rapidly degenerated into a tip, mostly because she hadn't got around to putting the stuff she'd brought from Cornwall away, and, although I'd been nudging her all week, nothing much had been done to make the room habitable for her visitor. Until this morning, when I insisted, pretty firmly, that the job of organising the place be done, unless K wanted to arrange a hotel room for her friend instead. Between us, we sorted everything out in less than an hour, with K, despite her grumping at my insistence initially, having to admit that it really wasn't such a huge job, and that it was one that had been worth doing. There's the difference between my relationship with K, and the one she had with her mother - my ex would've moaned and moaned about K's attitude, but she wouldn't have actually done anything much to deal with it. I'm a bit more robust than that, with, ultimately, the desired result being achieved.

Love & best wishes to all
Sammy B