You know those Rona commercials where the housewife has a home improvement project that she wants to do, like hanging a picture, or cutting a hole in the wall so she can see from the kitchen to the living room, and the guy with the voice over is giving her all kinds of positive reinforcement?
He’s telling her how great she is, how empowered she is, and what a great job she’s going to do.
She’s a handywoman.
Meanwhile, the woman is standing in front of this big blank wall holding a huge reciprocating saw, with a look on her face like she’s about to cut down the entire house. Remember those?
That’s what I felt like on Wednesday night. I’ve had this burning desire to clean up the house lately. We moved in at the start of June, and got the new furniture, and everything situated the way we want it, but there’s still a bunch of stuff just floating around that we need to clean up and put away, and little projects to be done to make our home even better.
And I’ve finally had enough.
I love our big new house. I really do. Sometimes, I still can’t even believe that I live there. What a change from our old tiny house. I’d never do anything to hurt our new house. But the first thing I wanted to do was hang up some cubicle wall hangers to hold spots for 3 of our dearly departed pets, Tiffy, Copper, and Roofy. They’ve been stuck in this box in our kitchen, and not to mention not respecting them by keeping them in a box, it was contributing to the clutter as well.
So dammit, come hell or high water, I was going to hang these square holders.
Of course, we have drywall, and you’re not guaranteed to hit a wall stud when you’re doing this kind of stuff. So there I was, standing there, staring at the wall with my measuring tape, wall anchors, and hammer in hand, telling myself that I could do this. It’s not that hard.
I’m a handyman.
Did I mention that I’m not that GREAT at this kind of thing? I’m usually so scared of wrecking something that I talk myself out of this kind of thing. But nope, I’m going to get this house in order, and it has to be done.
So, after getting out my new laser level, my new drill, my wall anchors, my hammer, and my pencil, and after painstakingly measuring each and every angle (no less than 6 times), as well as some choice curses, I’ve got one large cube, and a smaller cube on each side of it, each with one of our babies now being respected inside for all to see.
I did it. I conquered it, and I didn’t hurt the house. That much.
I’m a handywoman.