Whenever my husband Dave decides he’s going to fix or improve something around the house, he surveys the problem and tell me it’s going to “just take a minute.”
It’s never a minute, and for some reason, after 15 years of home ownership, he still just doesn’t get it. How come I do?
I’ve done the math. Any project is a minimum of three hours and two trips to Home Depot (please note here my use of the word MINIMUM). The maximum is a full day, four Home Depot trips, one Lowe’s visit, and a drive to the emergency room for stitches.
I shouldn’t complain, because on some level, I am glad that Dave wants to try to fix things himself. But last year, he wanted to change a toilet seat. Relatively easy job, right? Not when the screws holding the old one aren’t coming off. Rather than try some WD-40, Dave thought it would be a good idea to try and loosen the screws himself. With a hammer. I warned him, and yet somehow he was still surprised when he smashed a hole in the toilet.
I do think that different people just have different skills. Dave can make a mean lasagna (his “secret” is double meat. Now you know.), can shoot a basketball like nobody’s business, and our grass is beautiful. The toilet? Not so much.