I just witnessed the Sarge fold up a dirty tea towel and put it back in the drawer.
“Darling, that was dirty,” I pointed out (because I’m helpful like that).
His face dropped melodramatically, “Leave me alone, I’m PREGNANT,” he whined.
Oh snap. Smart arse.
It appears I’ve been using this excuse a lot. Because, you know, I am pregnant. With child. Growing a small person, organ by organ.
Is that getting on your nerves, dear husband? Sorrynotsorry for being so annoyingly pregnant WITH YOUR CHILD. I’ll try to grow your daughter a bit more quietly, ok? OKAAAAYYY?
Ok, to be fair, I’m less than useful lately.