We'd planned to move DD (2 and a half) into our junk room from the small room that was her nursery for Christmas. We'd planned and planned, moving all the crap out of there, painting all the walls (each one a different colour) getting massive sparkly letter stickers spelling out her name for the wall, making her cot bed into a toddler bed, buying lots of furniture.
The plan was we would put her to bed in our room on Xmas Eve as a treat and we would do all the building etc that night and we would cover the door in wrapping paper and she would go in the room in the morning and it would be this magical new room with all her wrapped presents etc.
DH put her to bed last night whilst I tidied up downstairs before we started on her room and fell asleep leaving me to do the entire bloody thing! I did try to wake him up but he was sleeping the sleep of the dead.
I managed it and got to bed about 4am. He woke up and came in to find me battling with the dolls house and about ready to stab him in the Bollocks with the screwdriver.
I've calmed down today and seeing our DD's face when she saw her new room (which looks awesome) and all her presents makes it totally worth it. And when she saw Santa had taken a bite out the mince pie (he was supposed to do that as I detest mince pies but I took one for the team as he was snoring away) she was awestruck.
But I've said after this he has a lot of making up to do! I think a 5 carat diamond eternity ring would suffice no? ;)