mr clean...nesting?!?

not only was yesterday the last day of the weekend but it's also my only day of the week to get all of my cleaning, grocery shopping and laundry done. and looking back a few days ago, you know how much i love laundry!!!  of course, it was one of those days that we had one commitment after another...so the stress level set in very quickly on how the heck am i going to get all of this done today with the hour or two of time i have left before bed. and everyone knows that when you are preggers your bedtime is way before an elementary school child's bedtime...so that really left me no time to get a things done. woof...

just when i wanted to cry and thought that the world had come to an end and this day is the worst ever (no...i am serious...this is a huge deal for me to go to bed on sundays feeling productive and ready for the week and now its looking like this is not going to happen...way tragic) my better half (lets call him mr clean today) pulls the "im going to do the nesting today!" card.

WHAT?!?! are you serious...as serious as he can be, he states as soon as we get home let the nesting begin- i will take care of everything.  ok...me being me...thinks yea right, you will get one of things i need done and find some way to sit on your chair and watch the race or find other things to keep you distracted.  nice,i know...a lot of faith i have. but can hubby's really nest or even nest long enough to call it nesting?! and is nesting even real??

so before i leave for my last commitment of the evening, i was asked to make a list of things that i needed to get done.  the list consisted of vacumming, laundry, unpacking the gifts from the car and bringing them upstairs and touching up a table for the nursery. not an unreasonable list and he even added a few of his own items on there. so it must have not been that bad.  the clock was set...3 hours to get it all accomplished...and go!

3 hours were up and i was headed home...a little skeptical as to what i might find.

as i walk through the laundry room door with dinner, the washer and dryer are running.  i step into the living room and there he was...sitting in his chair watching tv and working on some "work" stuff. but the couch was covered with folded laundry and there was even some in the basket on the floor, the house had been vacuumed (even the stairs) and he was working on his list.  the table was not painted but pictures were hung up (not even on the list but a great surprise) and he wasnt done- his late night project...closet cleaning and bills.

wow...i guess hubbys can really nest too...but most of all, how did i get so lucky!?!?

fyi...he did leave the toilets for me to clean though:( still a great guy...

oh and a follow up to a few posts ago about the laundry and who really has more...jury is in...i def do!!!