So my hubby is working his butt off trying to get this house ready for us to move into. He's been under the house since 6pm installing duct work, electrical lines, and he's currently working on the gas line. Meanwhile, our angelic daughter is sleeping ever so sweetly in her little pack-n-play that took me forever to figure out. I'm ready to pass out asleep. Husband and I hadn't had dinner yet. Still, have to make the drive to the house we are actually living in now, eat, take the dogs out, make sure they are feed, watered, walked. I'm sure by the time I get all this done, pumpkin little (daughter's nickname) will wake up ready to eat. Which is understandable, she's only four months old. And quite the heart-stealer I might add.
DH (for those of you that don't know "dear husband") is getting on my last nerve. He's under the house, right? And will yell up to me if he needs me to bring him something- wrench, light, screwdriver, etc. So I search and search since he doesn't keep stuff in the same freaking place, and then he gets mad because I'm taking too long to find what he needs! Ugh, then he throws a little fit. Anyhow. What doesn't kill you makes you stronger I suppose. Hopefully renovating a house doesn't "kill" our marriage.
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