Getting things going

Poor Colton, I made him sweat and work hard today.  And the bad thing is is that he works his butt off every day of the week and I hate that he has to do stuff like that on the weekend, but this nesting instinct is really starting to kick in.  When Rocky was much younger he would get really bad anxiety if we left him in the house by himself, even just for a little while.  So there were SIX places on our walls that needed to be repaired where he chewed.  I should have taken pictures before he started to work on them because in one place there was a baseball size hole through the wall where he had chewed...it wasn't pretty.  So he patched up all the holes and teeth marks and we'll have to re-paint where they were (I hope I have some of the paint left now that I think about it!).  Then he spent about three hours in the miserable heat cleaning out our "shed," it isn't much of a storage space, but it's all we have at this house and works perfect for storing tubs.  He had to make three loads of junk down to the dump to get all of that stuff out of there, and the frustrating thing was is that none of it was even ours!  Accumulation of several previous renters.  I tried to help but everytime I would go to pick something up he would tell me to just let him get it...I felt bad for him having to do all of that by himself so I just stood out there and sweated with him :)  But I probably shouldn't have even done that because it was so dusty and gross, he kept telling me to go inside and to keep away from breathing in anything, he was right but I think that's the one thing I don't like about being pregnant.  I don't like to sit around while other people do stuff like that, I like to help out and it irritates me that I can't!!!  So even though it was hard work (mainly for Colton), we both agreed that it feels much better just knowing that we have some storage space, because we literally have NONE in this house.