Yep, that's me. Having a lovely day. I woke up, came out to my kitchen which partner had insisted on cleaning after dinner while I got the kids ready for bed, and discovered there is a huge difference in understanding of " cleaning the kitchen" between us. The old grumble box started in my head of, wtf, if I want it done I have to do it all by myself and a rehearsal of no, I'll do it because you don't know how to wipe the table down, etc etc. Admittedly, the grumble box was on low volume, but I heard it nonetheless. I go to make myself a coffee to discover No Milk, and remember Someone drinking it by the Entire Cupful last night, clearly not thinking about cereal For The Children today and boy, that grumble box is threatening to turn me into Super Witch with a B. So, I dress the kids we go for a walk, coffee happens, a toy barbie car is discovered, we drop into a couple of disability agencies that have been here as long as we have and come home to play outside. I discover that the milk drinking non table wiping person, has thoughtfully removed a whole lot of garbage I thought I'd need a skip for, and realise he must have done it at 4am while I was still sleeping, before catching his train to spend his day carrying steel beams and bent over tying them. And I'm grateful to this programme and my fellowship for giving me a remote that turns down the grumble box, allows me to have a lovely day and see the good stuff my anger used to blind me to at best, and destroy at worst. Wishing all a lovely day.