** Originally written in July, 2012*
My relationship with Hubs is a solid one. I love him and the thought of losing my beloved scares all bodily fluids out of me. However, there are some activities even the most dedicated and in love couples should not do together... because simply put, they are the pathway to divorce.
Hang wall paper. My parents almost got divorced over this twenty-six years ago. You can imagine their disappointment when my high school boyfriend decided he should play "butt-pinball" will my baby brother thrown over his shoulder and he bounced my brother's ass off the walls and ultimately straight through the wall and the wallpaper.
Shop for Televisions. Forget about what type to buy. Plasma, LED, LCD... is that even right? I don't know and frankly, my Dear, I don't give a damn. Just get me a tv that is the right size. This is probably the only time you will hear me say, "Smaller is better" unless we're talking about tumors or my dress size, of course.
Assembling Anything. Here it is people. Avoid the AA of marriage. Just don't do it. It'll never come out right and you'll always have extra parts left over. In case your married to a doc too, here's a friendly piece of advice... Don't look at the extra screws in your hand and ask your doctor Hubs if he finds himself with extra parts after surgery. Just don't do it.
Move furniture. Specifically, move furniture upstairs. You have a bad back and your wonderbrain husband tells you, you don't have to "lift" you just have to "slide" the furniture "up" the stairs. You say things don't "slide" up; they slide "down". He say's he'll do the pushing, you just "guide". You see him tilt the damn thing on it's side and you KNOW with CERTAINTY this shananigan will end disastrously. Something is going to break or get damaged...your back, his back, the dresser, the newly textured and painted walls, the new hardwood flooring, stairs, banister, a combo, or quite possibly everthing in its path. You bitch, you moan, you groan, you give the stink eye, you hiss and piss all over this stupid brainchild of your husband. But you unwillingly participate, because if you don't and it all goes to hell, you'll be blamed for your lack of help. You hate him at the bottom of the stairs... and you absolutely detest him at the top of the stairs because, DAMMIT to hell! It worked. Like a charm. But you decide to be mad anyways....because, it was a stupid idea and it should not have worked.
Oh Lord. I remember trying to assemble one of those TV/entertainment centers for the new house in Norfolk. After about 30 minutes I stomped out and called our best friends to come over so that BFhubby could help mine, and BFwife could have a drink with me. After that it worked great.
ReplyDeleteOver the years, the spousal unit has become somewhat better at assembling that sort of furniture, and the anti-depressant means that he can handle things not doing exactly what he expected them to somewhat better. I have never been able to convince him that things like hammering nails require practice. Generally I do the house repairs without him, unless I need someone to hold something heavy. We have found this delegation of labor works well.
Luckily, we already avoid these things, although my husband thinks he's mr fix-it and it never really works out. The handyman is on my speed dial.
ReplyDeleteHa love your list! We have a few items to assemble for Christmas and I hope we can get through them without having time outs. Wonder how many divorces IKEA is responsible for?
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