As homeowners we fear the worst when it comes to our house.? I have a secret underlying fear that one day when I leave my house I will have left an iron plugged in and have no home to return to.? No joke.? I get within 1 mile of my house and smell something burning I freak the hell out.? It was a little worse when I had the boy’s one of a kind adoption and birth certificates sitting out hoping that one day I would get off my ass and apply for his passport.? I have recently wised up and figured out that I’m not getting to get the passport applied for any time soon and I put the documents back in the fire box.? So for yet another few months Canada stays out of my grasp.? As does any other foreign country.? Goodbye Fiji.
I will admit there are a few things in our house that could be fixed.? We badly need a new roof.? (I also fear heavy rain.? That isn’t so much good when you live in Washington.)? Our electrical box is on that could possibly short out at a moments notice (see above fear) and a tile recently fell off the wall in our shower.? My kitchen flooring is something to be desired for.? The parquet floors in the family room really could use a refinishing.? And did I mention that roof?
But with a significant lack of funds the projects that need to be done simply don’t get finished.? Although… I could glue that tile back on without spending a dime.? That there’s what you call good ol’ fashioned lazy.
Between all the little home projects creep up the little ones.? Like when you are in the middle of cooking dinner and the disposal decides it doesn’t want to work anymore.? Granted, the trusty husband really shouldn’t have put that onion peel down there, but whatever.
That is exactly what happened to us tonight.
We spent the majority of the afternoon reprimanding the child for various naughty behaviors.? This does not set us up for having a nice relaxing evening.? We invited the trusty in-laws for dinner because MIL left her purse in my car last night.? We were in the middle of fixing dinner, child screaming maniacally, me cooking tortillas and the trusty husband working on fajitas. When all of a sudden, disposal.? Not working.? This only happens to us on Thanksgiving.? Every fricken Thanksgiving.? Some sort of plumbing is involved.? So the trusty husband spent the better part of an hour removing all the pipes from under our sink, reinstalling our disposal and swearing a lot.? Meanwhile, I continued to cook dinner to the best of my ability an the boy… he spent most of the time on the naughty chair for throwing various objects at the cat.? And have you seen my kitchen?? It’s the size of a cracker box.? A four ton disposal in the middle of it did not help matters.
The good news is we got out of our own kitchen nightmare fo free.? Which really surprises me.? Usually most of our home improvement projects/upgrades require the purchase of some sort of cable.? We have enough extra cable in our garage to wire a small third world nation.? Anyone in Namibia need high speed internet?