When I moved out of my parents’ house my Dad gave me a drill… when my husband moved in he took it away.
He had good reason. (I guess I can share this embarrassing story with you. Since we’re all friends. ) This happened before Hubs and I were married. I was living in a condo that my sister and I owned at the time. I wanted to peel the horrible wall paper off the wall in the bathroom but this giant mirror was blocking my way. (Do you see where this is going?)
I don’t like to wait. If I want something done, I just want to do it myself… wonder where Little M gets it!?!? So, I grabbed my drill and evaluated (poorly evaluated) the situation. I decided that I could unscrew the mirror hold it with one hand and peel the paper back with the other. Then all I would have to do was screw the mirror back in place. Doesn’t that sound simple???
Apparently the mirror was much, much, much heavier then I anticipated. The entire thing came crashing down around me. I was left standing on the toilet (barefoot… another brilliant choice) holding a small piece of the mirror. I don’t remember how long I stood there, how I finally got out of the bathroom, or who I ran to first. What I do know is that I don’t even bother looking for a tool if I need one. I just have to wait for my handy Hubby.
Once in a while I will see a really cool DIY project that I just know I could do if only I could get my hands on a hammer. UGH! When I spend a little time with my super handy sister-in-law Erin, I dream of the two of us teaming up to build something awesome. (She is a way cool Mama by the way so check out her little bloggy blog. Wiggle and Giggles.) But in the end I know… I am safer (and so are the people around me) without tools.
At least I still have my art cabinet!
This post is a part of my Sunday Chat.