One of the things I love about my husband is that he’s a real handy man when it comes to doing stuff around the house. When we lived in our first flat together, we redid our kitchen all on our own. My hubby worked out the sizes of all the kitchen units, cupboard doors, we designed the lay out together, ordered it all from Builder’s Warehouse and instead of hiring someone else to fit it, we did it all ourselves. I helped of course, but really, he did most of the drilling, measuring etc. as he’s really good at that kind of stuff. One of the best presents he’s ever given me is this beautiful box he made for me. From start to finish, he did it all. (Yes, he racked up a lot of brownie points for this but also kind of shot himself in the foot as well as he set my expectation of him really high right from the beginning.)
If there’s something to hang, he can do it. Our girls’ dolls house, yip, he made it. He’s really handy. Great…right? Well, mostly yes, but sometimes I wish he wasn’t so handy and here’s why…
If he wasn’t so handy…
1. We would have less fights about when he’s going to get to hanging those pictures up which I’ve been asking him to do for who knows how long.
2. I wouldn’t have to sound like the nagging wife I really don’t want to be. No, I really do not enjoy having to constantly ask,’so, when do you think you’re going to get to hanging those pictures up?’
3. I could pay someone else to do it and have it done in 1 day. When I want it. How I want it. Without all the energy it takes to get it done.
4. I can pay someone else to do it and if they screw it up because they were rushing or annoyed while doing it, I could demand that they redo it instead of knowing that I’ll just have to live with it like that until the day we die, move or repaint the walls. I could also do this without feeling ungrateful or that I’m behaving like a petulant child when it’s not how I wanted it.
5. I could pay someone to do it without having to feel guilty about paying someone else for a job he could’ve done himself.
6. I wouldn’t have to wonder every time we’re at home and he’s got some time to himself, ‘is he going to think of doing it now? Or do I have to remind him which I REALLY don’t want to have to do. (Back to that nagging thing I mentioned earlier.)
7. He could just relax on the weekends without me bugging him about all the things that need to be done around the house.
8. I could relax on the weekends because I don’t have to bug him about all the things that need to be done around the house.
9. I wouldn’t get annoyed every time I go into my girls’ playroom and their toys are an absolute mess because the current bookshelf is not big enough to contain it all and I’m waiting until he does the cutting list for a new bookshelf he’s going to be making.
10. I wouldn’t have to test the limits of my patience…at what point do I really throw my toys? 2 weeks, 2 months, 6 months???!!!
With all due respect to my hubby, I know how busy he is in the week. I know that most of the time the last thing he feels like doing is drilling, working out cutting lists, or whatever it is I want him to do. I probably wouldn’t want to do that either. I know I could probably learn how to do this stuff myself but he’s just much better at it than I am. I also know that when I get a bee in my bonnet I tend to be a bit obsessive about wanting it done ASAP and so might be a bit impatient. But, in saying that, while I really do love that he is creative, handy and really capable around the house…for the sake of our relationship, sometimes I just wish he wasn’t.
What are your thoughts on this? Can you relate? Any men out there? I’d love to hear from you 😉