Chapters (66)
- Cover
- Praise
- About the Author
- Also by Rachael Johns
- Title Page
- Dedication
- Chapter 1
- Chapter 2
- Chapter 3
- Chapter 4
- Chapter 5
- Chapter 6
- Chapter 7
- Chapter 8
- Chapter 9
- Chapter 10
- Chapter 11
- Chapter 12
- Chapter 13
- Chapter 14
- Chapter 15
- Chapter 16
- Chapter 17
- Chapter 18
- Chapter 19
- Chapter 20
- Chapter 21
- Chapter 22
- Chapter 23
- Chapter 24
- Chapter 25
- Chapter 26
- Chapter 27
- Chapter 28
- Chapter 29
- Chapter 30
- Chapter 31
- Chapter 32
- Chapter 33
- Chapter 34
- Chapter 35
- Chapter 36
- Chapter 37
- Chapter 38
- Chapter 39
- Chapter 40
- Chapter 41
- Chapter 42
- Chapter 43
- Chapter 44
- Chapter 45
- Chapter 46
- Chapter 47
- Chapter 48
- Chapter 49
- Chapter 50
- Chapter 51
- Chapter 52
- Chapter 53
- Chapter 54
- Chapter 55
- Chapter 56
- Chapter 57
- Chapter 58
- Epilogue
- Acknowledgements
Since my splurge for shoes on our joint credit card—and hadn’t that been a fun conversation—we’d started to divide our finances and no longer shared any accounts, except the clinic ones, which because they were part of a family trust business would take longer to settle. The money I was earning at Brewed went into my brand-spanking new personal savings account. No way I was spending any of it on his mess.
‘Ooh.’ Hayley’s eyes sparkled. ‘What did my brother dearest have to say about that?’
I relayed our phone conversation to her word for word:
‘Who is Handy House Inc and what on earth have you paid them three hundred dollars for?’
‘They’re a cleaning company I had come over to annihilate the mess you left me.’
‘You can’t just take money from the work account for household bills.’
‘Fine. Then next time don’t leave the house in such a state that I have no other choice. That wasn’t part of our deal.’
I’d braced myself for an argument but got a surprising apology instead. Adrian sounded super stressed. ‘I promise I’ll do better next time. My cleaner fell through and I haven’t had a chance to get another one.’
‘Okay,’ I said, wondering if she’d quit because Adrian didn’t know the rule about cleaning for the cleaner. ‘Good. And while we’re talking, you need to make sure the kids’ clothes are washed properly too. Saxon stunk when he came home from school on Monday. He’s a teenage boy—sometimes you need to remind him to take a shower. And also, how many nights did you feed them takeaway? The whole thing about two fruit and five veg isn’t just a catchy phrase, you know.’
‘Calm down,’ he interrupted. ‘I had a busy couple of weeks and things got on top of me. It’s okay for you, you’re not trying to hold down a full-time job as well as look after the house and children. Taking care of them—cleaning, cooking, washing, trying to help with homework—is a full-time job.’
By this stage, Hayley was laughing uncontrollably. ‘He said that? As if it was news to you?’
I nodded and smiled too; it was easy to find the humour in hindsight. ‘A full-time job he never showed any appreciation for me doing!’
‘How did you respond?’
‘I told him he didn’t need to do it all by himself, that Saxon and Payton are old enough to take on some household responsibility themselves and that we both need to encourage them to do so.’