I just reread the last post here from March that was from a gal who said her husband had terrible style and taste in furniture. It still got a chuckle out of it… But this time it’s for a different reason.
As with most women, I like to think I have excellent taste in all things interior design as compared to my spouse. Actually, I do. It’s a fact. However, recently I stopped calling the shots. Why you ask? It’s not because I don’t care – believe me, I care. I think it has to do with being pregnant, interestingly enough. I’m more even keel in the need-to-do-everything department these months and it has worked out to my advantage. Well, not entirely. Back in May, my husband told me that during his vacation from work, he was going to re-do the downstairs powder room and laundry area which had been in a state of… half ass since 2006. I asked him how long I would be without a washer and dryer and I was told about two weeks. Fine by me. The next day the rooms were empty and gutted to the studs. ???!!?? Five weeks later (or was it six?…) we had the washer and dryer back in place, both rooms painted and fully functional. Did I complain? Yeah, a little. Did my husband do a good job? Actually, he did a great job – even chosing the paint colors – two colors that I would never in a million years consider. Was I okay with it because it was just the downstairs powder room and laundry area? Yes. Yes I was.
At the end of August, I was informed that he would be renovating our upstairs bathroom starting in two days. Not because he was feeling confident or adventurous but because water was going behind the walls in the tub/ shower and because we’ve had a garbage bag over the shower window since he installed new ones… 5 years ago. I’m not kidding. When I asked how long it would take, I was assured two weeks. MAX. Hmmmm, I had heard that before.
As I sit here a month (29 days to be exact) into this project that’s still is not done – and I’m living without a shower or tub or even an upstairs toilet for this pregnant woman – I’m very much okay with letting my husband call the shots in this renovation. Actually, the only thing I told him I must have was the white subway tile. He chose/ designed everything else and even though I don’t love love it all, I’m glad I let go and let him take complete control- he’s doing a great job, learning how to tile, installing plumbing and electric. Also, I’ve come to find that guys like doing home things that have a start and a finish. And anything that includes using tools. And the possibility of buying new tools. Choosing furniture… even going back to fix things like a rogue outlet from an old AC unit, is a never ending concept to them. They like to be done and move on. And although this project feels like there’ll never be an end for me, his end will be when he flushes the toilet and the water goes down.
Plus, when it’s time to do the kitchen renovation and it’s got to be done my way, he really can’t be all that pissed. He’ll always have the toilets…