So, good day wasn't entirely good... After I got home from work, hubby wanted to tell me his #Windows11 tale of woe (I warned him). But our dog kept licking the floor. I told the dog to stop and even clapped my hands, but the licking continued. Hubby scolds me for being "rude" and "mean" to the dog and himself. I reply (very calmly), "Dude. I'm trying to listen to you but the dog is very distracting, and you aren't helping. I'm doing all I can to prevent a melt-down, so, if you can't stop the dog, and don't like what I'm doing, I'm leaving the room. I'd love to hear your story, but not under these circumstances." I am so freaking proud of myself! I communicated what was going on (and eventually listened to hubby's Windows 11 tale -- which had no solution -- as I suspected). Not to toot my on toot, but damn!
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