We had a sit-down the other night with the contractor ... I'm VERY comfortable with candid conversations. Hubby always plays the role of good cop to my bad cop. Including parenting situations. It's super annoying. As usual, I was cool and calm, yet specific and firm. Hubby was dead silent (one of a good cop's best qualities). Then the universe shifted at one point and Hubby went all bad cop. He let 'er rip ... something, something, something, "this is bullshit", something, something, "get it done". He didn't say much, but what he said was profound. We made our point. We came to a reasonable resolution. When Hubby and I debriefed later that evening, Hubby said he didn't think the contractor could sink any lower in his chair. I'm evil ... that made me smile a little.
Being the results-oriented bad cop I am, I followed up our conversation with a detailed email of decisions, to-do's, timelines and outstanding questions. Of course there's been no reply. I've morphed from sad, helpless, tired to THIS IS BULLSHIT and GET IT DONE! I must be turning into good cop!
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