This reminds me so much of my DH.
When DS was born he painted the ENTIRE inside of our house, put in a new kitchen, and a new bathroom.
My house was a total s#!t fight, I absolutely hated it, and I hated him for doing it.
The entire time was horrible. He left me as soon as DS was born to "go and get started". Our DD was getting babysat basically the entire week I was in hospital. He never visited me, because he was running around like a chook with its head cut off trying to get things done.
I got home, and my house was such a mess. It was embarrasing having visitors over to meet the new baby.
And most of all - I was home sick. I was home sick for such a long time. I went to hospital, came home and I was living in what felt like someone elses house.
To this day, I am still angry at the whole thing. He took what should have been a beautiful time for our family and turned it into shambles. He missed our DS's first weeks.
ARgh. the whole thing has left a bitter taste in my mouth.
I don't care how much better this house looks now - nothing can bring back that precious time.
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