A woman's hormones are all over the fucking place in the first trimester. There are some times where you have a huge surge in happy harmones that makes life so much better. In the end of the 2nd through the 3rd trimester your wife is going to start nesting. This will result in a 500 mile long honey-do list to get things ready. If you comply favorably, it's a very fun time of family love and warmth.My wife and I are happy like 70-80% of the time. She pisses me off when she's too needy and I piss her off when I'm too neglectful. Now that's she's pregnant I'm a lot more attentive and I don't mind her being needy. So that number is probably higher than 90% now.
So what you're saying is, she's right?My wife and I went through some financial trouble a few times in the past, but we never fought about money. Sure we would both get stressed about it but I just told her that no matter what, we will get by and not to worry about shit that we have no control over. And we did get through it and she trusts me to do the right thing.
When we fight its more about how im lazy and my spending too much time gaming and shit like that. The problem is that its me that gets shit done. Im the one that cooks, does shopping, cleans the kitchen after I cook... So usually im like WTF are you even taking about?
Its like she expects me to have some type of home renovation project going at all times and working on it every day when I get home or else im fucking lazy.
I attribute this to her father, which was exactly like that. The fucker was like a machine, (still is to this day and hes like 65) always had something going. Whether it was fixing some car to flip or home projets, he always had some shit going on, and I think she just expects me to be like that all the time. But im not. Im fucking lazy and want to sit on my ass.
Yeah but not really because, again I fucking do more than her in every single way, everyday. She fucking works 2 days out of the week and does absolutely nothing at home most days other than, sitting on her ass and watching TV. Then finally getting up at like 4PM and doing some laundry, which consists of throwing some shit in the washing machine, drying it and then piling it up on the couch or in some basket that stays in our bedroom for weeks until I finally get pissed because the kids are looking for fresh underwear and I finally put it away.So what you're saying is, she's right?
I do all that shit already. Lets see, in our new house that I bought in 2007, I refinished all the hardwood floors in the entire house sanding, staining and varnishing. Put in a new hardwood floor in the kitchen. Put in an above ground pool in the back yard all by myself, including digging down 2 ft on one side because my yard slopes too much. I repainted every room like twice. Including removing nasty ass wallpaper in every single bedroom (what a bitch). I do all the yardwork, although I have reently delegated that shit to my 12 yr old for $10 a cut.Just go with it mkopec.
"Ok honey, you're right. I'll be the handyman around here. Plumbing, landscaping, carpentry, electric, auto-mechanic... it is a man's job after all. And as a woman you'll be maintaining an emaculate house, keeping my clothes pressed and starched, packing my lunch for work everyday, making sure a hot meal is served when I come home and giving me blow jobs as I require."
Are you me?My wife and I went through some financial trouble a few times in the past, but we never fought about money. Sure we would both get stressed about it but I just told her that no matter what, we will get by and not to worry about shit that we have no control over. And we did get through it and she trusts me to do the right thing.
When we fight its more about how im lazy and my spending too much time gaming and shit like that. The problem is that its me that gets shit done. Im the one that cooks, does shopping, cleans the kitchen after I cook... So usually im like WTF are you even taking about?
Its like she expects me to have some type of home renovation project going at all times and working on it every day when I get home or else im fucking lazy.
I attribute this to her father, which was exactly like that. The fucker was like a machine, (still is to this day and hes like 65) always had something going. Whether it was fixing some car to flip or home projets, he always had some shit going on, and I think she just expects me to be like that all the time. But im not. Im fucking lazy and want to sit on my ass.
My wife was the same way. (still is to some extent) She works full time though, the same as I do but she does absolutely nothing at home. I don't give a shit really as I usually need to be doing something else i go nuts after a bit.Yeah but not really because, again I fucking do more than her in every single way, everyday. She fucking works 2 days out of the week and does absolutely nothing at home most days other than, sitting on her ass and watching TV. Then finally getting up at like 4PM and doing some laundry, which consists of throwing some shit in the washing machine, drying it and then piling it up on the couch or in some basket that stays in our bedroom for weeks until I finally get pissed because the kids are looking for fresh underwear and I finally put it away.
But its not like I care, I dont give a shit. What I give a shit about is when she tells me im fucking lazy, you see?
I do all that shit already. Lets see, in our new house that I bought in 2007, I refinished all the hardwood floors in the entire house sanding, staining and varnishing. Put in a new hardwood floor in the kitchen. Put in an above ground pool in the back yard all by myself, including digging down 2 ft on one side because my yard slopes too much. I repainted every room like twice. Including removing nasty ass wallpaper in every single bedroom (what a bitch). I do all the yardwork, although I have reently delegated that shit to my 12 yr old for $10 a cut.
I routinely maintain my vehicles. Im not a mechanic by no means, but I will do shit like break jobs and minor shit.....
Taking your balls back Noodlebro!! Nice job!!! You tell her!!Sounds a bit like my wife right when we moved in.
Now I come home and have no problem taking a nap right when I come in. Last night she asked me when dinner was going to be served and I told her when I woke up. Woke up to pizza being made again, hell yea.