Step away from the fucking nursery...

Please...

FOR THE LOVE OF MY SANITY...

Step away from the fucking nursery husband of mine...

I knew Lamaze breathing would come in handy, but I never expected for this situation...

After I have worked so hard to get the nursery perfect (no easy task for an awkward preggo) my husband decided to pull the closet shelves out to dry out the fucking shower access...

How about just fixing the fucking shower and leaving the fucking nursery alone?

M-KAY

Thanks

The obsessive compulsive side of me is about to explode and I will most definitely lose sleep over this.

He, however, is just singing away like this is no big deal...

Rationally, I know this is not as big of a deal as it seems to me, but this shit is driving me batty.

Grrrrr....