***RANT ON***
The wife had the day off (she's a teacher), and she spent the day shopping for baby stuff, which I appreciate. She got home, and was tired, which is o be expected. I had a long day at work, and as I was pulling up to the house, she asked me to walk the dogs. Not a big deal, happy to do it. It was my night to cook, and I had something that had to roast in the oven for ~20 minutes, so being the engineer, I figured I'd get dinner started, then walk the dogs while dinner was in the oven. I start prepping dinner, and the wife asks me AGAIN to walk the dogs. I calmly explain to her the process I was taking. She says OK, then sits and (I assummed) relaxes in the kitchen while I am minding my own business prepping dinner. After about 10 minutes, the hormones rear their ugly head, and she starts crying. I ask what is going on, and she says I don't talk to her anymore! I am still calming down from work, I am concentrating on not cutting my fingers off while prepping dinner, and I'm thinking about all the sh*t I have to do to get ready for oue arrivals (both the baby and one of our out-of-town friends tomorrow). I'm worried about painting the nursery, vacuuming the nursery after the paint is dry, then cleaning the carpet and finally putting furniture together! I'm sorry, my mind was a little full for chit-chat! ARGGHHH!!!!! :smileyballs:
***RANT OFF***
So, I calmly ignored all this going on inside me, hugged her, said I was sorry and that I loved her. I asked her about her day, how her headache/indigestion/daily ache was doing, then took the dogs. Ate dinner, vacuumed the house, and finished painting the ceiling in the nursery. I love the process, and the goal (a healthy baby), but I do NOT enjoy the bumps in the journey. This concludes today's post. Thank you for reading!