Yep he’s being a tit. No strutting though. It appears to be his stress reaction. Become dh-titface.
He came home late from work and ds greeted him at the door with “titty” instead of “daddy” (I think he was trying to say kitty as he saw catface but titty was apt...!)
He is wrestling the dishwasher as we speak. I loaded it and all he had to do wasn’t pop the last plates in. He’s unloaded it. Reloaded. And now it won’t close. 😂
He’ll get over it. I’ve allocated jobs out now. He’s to buy the food for Christmas. I’ve written the list.
Hes to buy the Christmas booze. I’ve put “bloody nice bottle of bubbly for your long suffering wife” on the list.
I’m to finish presents. He will help wrap. He will clean downstairs. I will clean upstairs. Downstairs gets messier.
I will do all the laundry. He will put washing line up for me as I am not risking a line beating again.
These are the jobs before Christmas. After Christmas we will regroup and divide jobs again.
I’m not feeling even the remotest bit Christmassy. Will work on that.
Though I think at this time of year every year I’m feeling the same. Exhausted run down stressed etc. And that’s without the added stress of a suprise preggo.