When the husband and I were first starting to get serious, I was clear that there were a few things I would not make mental space more. This wasn't an actual discussion we had. It was just the expectation we set from the get go because I simply did not take on these tasks. First, while I happily put his family birthdays on my calendar, I do not handle any of the gift or card shopping. Same goes for the holidays. He handles his family and I handle mine. That way, we both carry the mental load. (Also, at Christmas, the husband wraps all the presents. He's really good at it.) Second, I do not, in anyway, pay attention to when his "stuff" needs replacing. I will happily buy whatever is on our shared shopping list, but I don't pay a whit of attention to when his toiletries run out or if he needs new clothing. Finally, anything that is "car." I don't do "car." I don't like driving and, until our kiddo came along, the only relationship I had with our car is that it conveyed me from place to place. The husband handled everything and anything "car" related. Now, I've had to back away (just a bit) from that last one. Now that I'm squiring the kiddo about and running a few driving errands on my own, I do need to pay (some) attention to "car." Generally, that just means keeping an eye on the fuel gauge. Right now, however, we've got a slow leak in one of our tires. It's not enough to ever go flat, but it does mean we need to add air to it once or twice a month. Until this week, that was still the husband's territory. On Thursday, after dropping the kiddo off at her art camp, the low tire pressure light came on. Normally, I would have just texted the Husband and let him deal with it. But, he was at a work thing all week. Since I wanted to drive out to a CostCo, I knew that I should fill the tire. This terrified me. All "car" things give me anxiety. But, I tracked down the air pump we have, read the directions, and put air in the tire. Took 10 minutes. I then texted my husband this GIF because it was an accurate depiction of the pride I had in myself. I even put gas in the tank on my drive home from CostCo. But that's as far as I'll go. "Car" is still his territory. What do you not make mental space for?
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