About nesting...
Here is proof that my husband (and probably most of ours!)
do not understand or share our "nesting" instinct.
Today I am cleaning the bathroom off our bedroom, which we hardly ever use because we haven't got it isn't finished and it has a very small shower and it is just kind of gross right now.
Dh comes in from outside, and I said "Sure, honey, you can help me out in here for awhile!" (Nicely, in a joking manner, but seriously there were a couple things I wanted him to do.)
He's like, "I don't even know why you're in here. I didn't ask for any of this. I can't even come in for a second without you telling me something to do." (Which isn't true.

)
I was like, "Uh,
you don't even know why I'm in here??? And
you didn't ask for any of this??? This bathroom is disgusting and my parents are supposed to be coming to stay with Aidan when the baby is born, and sleeping in our bed" which I'm pointing to - because it's right there, outside this bathroom.
And, here's the proof, ladies: He said, "And that's going to be
tomorrow?"
And I'm like, "
We don't know, now, do we?"




