Once again the Mrs and I tried to assemble the cot yesterday afternoon. It ended with me swearing and she insisting that I was not celebrating the impending birth and bursting into tears. I am really excited by what is happening but not by trying to make this ffing cot. We agreed to try again later.
At about 4 AM today I sensed that the marital bed was a bit empty. I was there. Oakley our morbidly obese three legged cat was sprawled out at the bottom and purring loudly but the Mrs had disappeared. I roused Oakley to point out that there was a space at the top of the bed with stacks of pillows and he sought out more lebensraum accordingly.
I headed downstairs and there standing smugly in her study, the nursery to be, was the Mrs and a fully assembled cot looking just like the one on the box. That was a man's job and I failed, She knew it.I knew she knew it. Humiliation defined.