She had organized the move to the new apartment from the beginning.
She arranged for the move to the apartment. She hired the movers, packed all the boxes, and did all the heavy lifting, literally.
She had one request of him. All she wanted was to have the baby’s room be painted blue. She could live with the blazing white walls in the rest of the apartment.
That Saturday, she had to drive to her parents-her father had had another small stroke. She was gone all day. She called him to check up on the paint job and he said it was going swimmingly and that he had three friends helping him.
He said it would to be done in no time, and she could inspect it upon her return.
The following day, she drove back home and went by the new apartment to take a look at the nursery.
Hell hath no fury like a woman expecting, and expecting a baby blue wall- only to find a mural of madness.
He had lots of ‘splainin’ to do.