Guys are clueless...

My SO works 60 hours a week at a car dealership. He’s on his feet for 12 hours and picks up heavy equipment all day. So when he gets home, he’s always pooped.

Totally understandable so I try not to complain about how tired I am to him. You see, I work 50 hours a week as a nanny for my nephew (who’s still a baby), I get home an hour before my SO and I’m still exhausted when he gets there.

While he thinks I’m like this for that hour...

...I’m really like this.

He’s the breadwinner and pays the bills. I help with the small amount I get paid, but my “job” in the relationship is to take care of us and our home. I do it, rock it and love it.

Monday, I woke up sick and because I couldn’t “call out,” I planned on going to my sisters to wach the ‘phew. My SO woke up with a terrible hangover, and decided to take the day off because men are babies when they’re sick.

My sister ended up bringing the baby to our house. While I knew I couldn’t count on my SO to help, I was worried because I didn’t know how he would feel about the ‘phew at our house.

The ‘phew showed up at 8:30. The SO didn’t come out of the room until 12:30 looking like straight death.

Much to my surprise, the SO sat on the floor and played with the ‘phew the rest of the day. I’m pretty sure they’re besties now after all the shenanigans.

My sister grabbed the baby at 6pm. The SO and I sat on the couch trying to unwind while looking around at our disaster zone.

A few minutes pass and I get up to clean and make dinner. The SO pulls me back down and wraps his arms around me. He squeezes and says, “Holy shit. Babies are hard. I completely understand why you’re exhausted all the time. I have a new level of respect for you. Seriously babe, you’re incredible.”

Needless to say, I melted into him and teared up. We laid there a bit longer and I asked, “Does this mean you want to stop TTC?!” He laughed and said, “Hell no. We need a little monster of our own. Right now!”

We BD’d all night. Multiple times. Then passed out from pure exhaustion. We didn’t even eat dinner and in the morning, the Cheerios, puffs and toys were still all over the living room. I’m a huge neat freak and the SO thought I’d freak out, but it didn’t bother me at all. All I could think about was how lucky and in love I am with this man.

We’ve only been TTC for a few months now, so wish us lots of luck and baby dust please!