Maybe He’ll Get Lucky On Father’s Day
May 1, 2006
This weekend I totally earned my gardening clogs and maybe some sort of toolbelt, though I don’t really want one of those because who needs the extra girth of pockets hanging down your rear.
I also scraped and painted the front of the house this week, painted a section where Rob hung up new clapboards, sanded and repainted the front door, and installed a new doorknob. So all you thieves out there, you have missed your chance. I now have a front door that can lock. And a key! For my house! What a novel idea!
To be honest there is nothing to steal at my house other than toys. Unless someone is dying to have a 19inch television with a missing on and off button. In which case, have at it. Please take away the unique joy we have at having to plug and unplug the tv everytime we want to use it.
Rob and I have this ongoing “conversation” about who does more around the house:
Me: Boy, I’m exhausted from all this gardening.
Him: You? But I did all the work.
Me: Well I supervised and told you where to put everything.
Him: But I actually did the digging of the holes!
Me: Only because you didn’t like how I was digging them!
Him: You were doing it wrong.
Me: Well, I went to Home Depot on a weekend(!!!) and bought all the plants, WITH the baby.
Him: Well I stayed home with SIX other kids and raked the entire backyard.
Me: Well, I brought He-Who-Runs-Into-The-Road-The-Moment-Your-Back-Is-Turned so that you could rake.
Him: Well, I went to work and earned all the money for you to buy the plants and whatever else it is that you couldn’t live without and bought at the store.
Me: I stay home and take care of your children so that you can go to work and earn money
Him: Do you think I’d work this kind of job if I didn’t have a family to support?
Me: Well, I put that plastic edging thingy in the ground and poured the bark mulch in… and …and …and I painted and put on the new door knob!
Him: But those things aren’t gardening!
Me: You want gardening clogs, don’t you? That’s what this is all about. You want some cute gardening clogs.
Him: Yes,that is it. You have found me out.
I did have to tell my kids that just because it’s called a kick plate, does NOT mean that you kick it. Even though I don’t particularly like brass, I decided to embrace the brass once I discovered how much a new front door and sidelights would cost.
I also bought a number plaque so now people will be able to find my house, though I think looking for the house that looks like Toys R Us vomited on it’s lawn is much easier to spot than a small plaque.
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