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TOPIC: Nesting Instinct: Bane of My Existence.

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TheDadAbides

Re:Nesting Instinct: Bane of My Existence. 1 Year, 10 Months ago
Yeah, that's a really good point. I appreciate the senior dads on site giving me a little perspective. Plus . . . man, I thought I had it bad. I haven't had to sand down anything . . . yet.

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Daddy Brad

Re:Nesting Instinct: Bane of My Existence. 1 Year, 10 Months ago
Just do it with a smile. I had to toothbrush scrub so many items that had nothing to with the baby I can't even remember them all. Resistance is futile.

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teacherdad

Re:Nesting Instinct: Bane of My Existence.
1 Year, 10 Months ago

My wife didn't go too crazy with the projects. Some basic stuff, and a lot of baby furniture assembly, but that was about it. I do have one nesting story, though.

About a month before the birth of our daughter I had finally finished putting together all of the furniture for her room. It happened that the last piece I finished was her dresser/hutch. When I finished with it, my wife was taking a nap, so I thought I'd be helpful and take all of the books, pictures, clothing, etc. that was going to go into the dresser or on the hutch and put them where I thought they might go. When my wife woke up and took a look at the baby's room, she got literally about as mad at me as I've ever seen her (and that is saying something). She yelled and screamed about how that was her job to do and I had stolen that experience from her. Then she went into the bedroom, slammed the door and locked it.

All I could do, since she wouldn't respond when I knocked on the door, was go into the baby's room, literally take down everything I had just done, put it back where I had found it, and then go and buy some flowers and an "I'm sorry" card. When she finally came out she saw the pile of baby stuff I had left outside the bedroom door, topped with the flowers, and pretty much instantly forgave me, while admitting that it was pretty much a hormonal reaction (one of the only bad ones she had while she was pregnant). It was not a fun experience for me, though.

Last Edit: 2010/04/08 23:03 By teacherdad.

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Daddy Clay

Re:Nesting Instinct: Bane of My Existence. 1 Year, 10 Months ago
I have memories of windexing refrigerator shelves and installing new pantry shelves. And almost killing myself cleaning between every slat in the a/c vents. I couldn't carry the baby, but I could cut back all the ivy.