I'm pretty sure I know the answer to this, but it's 1:30 in the morning and it sounds funny to me right now...
When we first moved into our house after our wedding, I used the basement bathroom for my morning routine. About two years ago, the cheap medicine cabinet that the last owner had installed finally came apart. The door literally came right off the hinges. Overnight, I migrated to the first floor bathroom.
My wife, wanting to help, and get my crap out of her way, went to Lowe's and bought a new medicine cabinet. It was larger than the original. I promised to install it, just as soon as I had time. It sat, still sealed in its box, for two years.
Fast forward to present day. My first DE razor arrived on Friday. There just really isn't enough room in the bathroom for my wife's stuff, toothbrushes and bath toys and such for our boys, and my new hobby tools. So tonight, I'm sitting up studying for a certification exam at work and finish up a little earlier than expected. Filled with new motivation, I head to the basement, remove the pegboard that hides the studs and drywall for the bathroom, and start measuring and hacking away. In about two hours time, I've framed up a new, appropriately-sized home for the medicine cabinet, hung it, cleaned up, and moved my hobby supplies to the basement.
Now, some might argue that moving my brush, razor, lather bowl, etc. downstairs was my mistake. I'm guessing that had I not done that, I'd just be accused of trying to hide my motivation for doing the work.
So my question is: Will she be happy that I finally got the hell out of her way, or hacked off that with a little motivation, I was able to find a couple of hours to do what's been needed for two years? As I type the words "what's been needed for two years," I'm starting to think that there's no doubt how this ends! We'll see!
When we first moved into our house after our wedding, I used the basement bathroom for my morning routine. About two years ago, the cheap medicine cabinet that the last owner had installed finally came apart. The door literally came right off the hinges. Overnight, I migrated to the first floor bathroom.
My wife, wanting to help, and get my crap out of her way, went to Lowe's and bought a new medicine cabinet. It was larger than the original. I promised to install it, just as soon as I had time. It sat, still sealed in its box, for two years.
Fast forward to present day. My first DE razor arrived on Friday. There just really isn't enough room in the bathroom for my wife's stuff, toothbrushes and bath toys and such for our boys, and my new hobby tools. So tonight, I'm sitting up studying for a certification exam at work and finish up a little earlier than expected. Filled with new motivation, I head to the basement, remove the pegboard that hides the studs and drywall for the bathroom, and start measuring and hacking away. In about two hours time, I've framed up a new, appropriately-sized home for the medicine cabinet, hung it, cleaned up, and moved my hobby supplies to the basement.
Now, some might argue that moving my brush, razor, lather bowl, etc. downstairs was my mistake. I'm guessing that had I not done that, I'd just be accused of trying to hide my motivation for doing the work.
So my question is: Will she be happy that I finally got the hell out of her way, or hacked off that with a little motivation, I was able to find a couple of hours to do what's been needed for two years? As I type the words "what's been needed for two years," I'm starting to think that there's no doubt how this ends! We'll see!
