Staying Calm Through Fire and Flood
Wifely Patience Running Thin
I’m writing this, hoping to stay calm while hubby, Sandy, fights fires and floods.
Here’s the story —
A week or so before Sandy’s full knee replacement surgery, our upstairs bathroom sprung a leak. Keep in mind we live in a 106-year-old home we’ve been restoring for three decades. After all these years of Murphy’s Law (anything that can go wrong will go wrong), proving its relevance, Sandy continues to begin every project believing he can tackle it, lickety-split.
I love that about him.
I hate that about him.
It was no surprise to me that the surgery date arrived before he could finish the job. No big deal. We still had one working bathroom. Honestly, I was prepared for this. I also knew his plan to recover in a few days from his full knee replacement surgery, wasn’t happening.
Let me clarify something about hubby.
He is NOT one of those husbands who must be prodded, threatened, or bribed to get things done. No, I have the opposite problem. He works way too hard and insists on doing everything himself. When it comes to our home, Sandy is the only person we both trust to maintain the integrity of this wonderful old house.
