I am writing this for two reasons:
1. I want to see another article appear and take the heat off my last one
2. My nerves are fraying and here's the latest reason:
Just one floor below me and a slight turn to the left, there is our main bathroom. One of the drawers came out of the cabinet and a simple home repair has been attempted. However, according to my husband, the drawer "bites back".
That observation of his brought a lot of questions to mind but I haven't pursued them or even tried talking to him at this point. It has taken me about 20 years to learn that keeping quiet is best in these situations, especially when one's husband is yelling at a drawer. One talks, the other bites. Neither one seems to be fighting fair.
I do know a few things. There is a razor-sharp piece of metal that was helping to hold the drawer in place. It slipped - but not enough to be visible. My husband sliced himself on that "d''mned demon piece of metal" (his words), twice. Both times he yelled so loudly that we all ran downstairs to see what was going on. There was lots of blood but a very small puncture wound. Then he put a band-aid on the finger, forgot how he got the wound and sliced himself (through the band-aid) again.
I wish I'd called a handyman. Too late now. He is determined to win this battle. I think he will. Meanwhile, it looks pretty grim and gruesome in that bathroom. Feel free to share you own experiences of home maintenance and home repair disasters. Spare no details. It might cheer up my husband. I just heard another yell. Stay tuned for updates...maybe.
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I want to know, though: where are the toys in this one? Did you mean the drawer or the sado-masochistic metal piece that lay there, waiting? I am intrigued.
Chris and one of our friends installed it, he didn't trust me to help after the 'fire dance'..
well no wonder he hasn't fixed it yet.... ! Must have toys.
But when I asked him to repair things around the house, he procrastinated indefinitely. If it wasn't important to him, it didn't get done. I finally learned how to move him off the couch. I just got out all the power tools and proceeded to begin doing things myself. He would jump up immediatley.
"What are you doing?" he would ask.
"I am going to fix this," I would reply.
"I told you I would do it," he would say.
"But you haven't, so I will, " I would counter.
That's all it took. His belief in my incompetence was stronger than his laziness.
Good riddance.
oh my !!!
One afternoon I heard a buzzing sound in my bedroom. I turned off the stove and went in and see two pairs of jeans hanging from the side of the dresser. He was smiling and so proud. This was an oak dresser and he drilled a hole and put two hooks in the side of OAK DRESSER!
Sometimes there's just nothing you can say.
I like Dianne's ideas.....
Hi J Corn
I grew up on a farm and helped a grandfather and a father build a house from scrap and, as my dad's number one helper, I've done everything including laying wire, installing plumbing, roofing, laying carpet and tile, sheetrocking, etc. etc. But both husband's have been "Mr. Fix-its" so I never get to do anything. My first husband thought he was really good - he wasn't, but he wouldn't let me do it.
My current husband is very handy, very sharp and very careful and safety-conscious. I still don't get to do anything, but the stuff isn't in danger and neither is he. Since he's a stay-at-home dad, he needs his own domain.
Still, he is pretty good about things though...either that or I have learned to tackle things myself!
Just dropping in to say thanks for commenting on Joanna A's article.
Now I have to go check your last article --- the one you wanted to take the heat off.
1st Corollary of home repair: Everyone's a critic until their knuckles are bleeding.
I do everything I can to avoid my husband trying to fix anything.
And here I always thought my mother was being overprotective when she said things like "Don't stick anything larger than an elbow in your ear" (try getting your elbow anywhere near, let alone IN, your ear). The coroner on the case actually suggested one use one's finger...EWWW..... now I think I know why one might want to have alcohol near one's desk. To dip one's finger in the glass before sticking said finger in one's ear. No, that can't be it. Or maybe it is.
I have now hidden the Q-tip brand cotton swabs from certain members of our family who can't resist the urge to mess with ear wax, taking a chance on piercing ear drums. What is life without risk, though? I'll mull that over as I let the cotton swab story float around in my consciousness......alll while writing a DIY on how to build a dog kennel. Ah, deadlines.
This gross story of the day has been brought to you by the letter Q for quixotic and quizzical stories that spook me.
I just had my bathroom remodeled and my 2 inch diameter sink drain pipe to the sewer had about 1/2 inch diameter that wasn't thick black goo. The plumber was there all day removing it and tearing out walls. Listen up folks. I just felt blessed he didn't have to tear out the concrete floor.
Lesson learned. Run the water when you brush your teeth. Clean the pipes regularly. This house is only 35 years old.
I feel better, don't you?
I have only had 10 years of experience so I am not yet very good at keeping my mouth shut. This was a great story. Why is it they yell and cuss at inanimate objects???