My husband was amazing in fairness (still is!) but would do weird things like insist on standing there whilst I was up a ladder touching up the paint on our front door. Not offering to -do- the painting, no no, but I couldn’t be trusted to stand on the ladder, I guess just incase I forgot I was a heavily pregnant woman standing on a ladder and instead thought I was an Olympic gymnast on the balance beam and opted for some multi-somersault dismount?!?! Men are funny.Honestly, that’s valid! It would wind me up too
I’m currently like mate, we’re approx two weeks away from a planned section, could you CRACK ON because I am sweating and the sound of you playing chess with any downtime you have is going to send me into an almighty fit of rage. Add insult to injury my dog is now experiencing a phantom pregnancy, so I feel like we’re both fed up of him![]()