Oooh, yes, give it a bit of a push around and let us know what it's like.
DH saw someone jogging with a three wheeler pushchair yesterday and said he'd like one like that. This is from the man who said it was too early to look at pushchairs and who hasn't been jogging since the London marathon last April. (Which incidentally, he hardly trained for.)
Hmpf. I'm making a shortlist of three pushchairs. If he comes to see them, then he can help me choose. If he can't be arsed then I will choose!
My DH is like that Creena. His "time off" is just that. "I'm on holiday!", he wails if I suggest he does something. Like, hello, whenever I'm on holiday at home, I have a whole list of things I need to "get done." FFS. That is yet another reason why I want to be a SAHM. Don't see why I should work AND spend my free time getting things done at home. I've had this row with him before about why is his free time more important than mine.
He's very good about so much, I shouldn't moan, but you all know what it's like when something just gets right up your nose!