Here it is February 22nd and life has been so busy that I haven’t had time to write about the trials and tribulations of renovations.
Beware. Post laden with sarcasm, coming your way!
I don’t complain very often about being single, or needing a man, but let me tell you … doing renovations when you are single and not ‘handy’ is tough. I’m all there for you women who love to do renovations. I do believe that women can do it, just not me. And, it’s not that I don’t think I can – I’m sure I can – But, I really really really hate fixing things. I always have. My past roommates have been known to hang pictures for me, put together desks and barbecues and likely anything else ‘handy’ that needed to be done around the house. I don’t want to learn how. I don’t particularly like putting puzzles together (especially when sometimes pieces are missing or cut just a little bit wrong, but still have to fit together properly). It’s true. It’s just not my thing. And when people say ‘just do that yourself’, or ‘you can do it’, I just glare at them and say ‘no kidding, I can, but I have zero interest in doing it.’ It amazes me how many people push forward and try to ‘force’ me into doing things that are ‘sooooo easy’ … ‘anyone can do it’ … ‘I don’t know why you’d pay someone to do that!’
Ah hem … Are you offering to do it for me because I think you missed the part that said ‘I JUST DON’T WANT TO.’
Wait … Since it’s so easy and you have so much free time in your life, why don’t you come do it for me? Oh yeah, right, I forgot … you’re busy. Hmmmm … funny how you can be busy, but I should do EVERYTHING myself because it is so easy.
My favourite is ‘Shari, you should do that yourself. You don’t need a man to do it. You’ll feel so proud and accomplished when you are all done.’
UMMMMMMM Let me see …
NOOOOO. I won’t be proud and accomplished. I’ll feel weak, annoyed, frustrated and like I could have been doing something more important with my time.
Case and point … Four hours (with a friend – so actually 8 working hours) pulling up carpet and removing tack strips.
Case and point … Six + hours (alone) pulling staples from stairs and then another two pulling staples from the floor.
Proud and accomplished? Um, no. My hands had calluses and hurt. My fingers were aching. My wrists were sore and my arms started falling asleep at night. Not to mention the couple of scares I had when I pulled so hard that I nearly fell backwards down the stairs.
Sleeping. Writing. Traveling. Spending time with friends. I would take any of those pleasurable activities over manual labour any day. A big shout out to the folks who do manual labour daily either by choice or by necessity. I feel lucky to have the strength and situation to choose other means of earning an income.
To any of you who are saying ‘quit whining’, you need to go back and read again. I’m just stating the facts. I’m not whining at all.
It is hard work. Fact.
It takes a lot of time. Fact.
I’m not interested. Fact.
For those of you who love doing renovations, who love fixing things and find pride and accomplishment in all of this, here’s to you! It is a very important job that not everyone has the time and talent to do.
If I were to say to you ‘Why don’t you write a book, or do some volunteer work’?
Oh that doesn’t interest you? Hmmm. It’s easy. You should totally just do it yourself! You’ll feel so proud and accomplished!
Does that make you want to run out and try it?
No? Oh, really? Hmmm … funny how you telling me how easy laying flooring is also doesn’t make me want to run out and try it!
Funny how people can be so different … I’m ok with that. Are you?