True but Irritating
DH has just pointed out that all of the pre-house-decluttering that needs to be done (eventually) involves MY stuff.
He woke up in a clean-up, puttering mood (and I didn't). He was actually going to box up my yarn stash without consulting me. I am chuffed and disillusioned.
He's mortal: sometimes forgetting my most tender vulnerabilities and actually talking about them.