Well, we can do this the easy way, or we can do this the hard way, ya see? …
Our D.I.Y. projects are picking up speed, but — just like all D.I.Y. projects (as many of you probably know) — one leads to another. For one reason or another.
We started with an easy one recently. See Exhibit A (above) — cute, easy project: I bought a chair! I’d always wanted a “reading chair” like this, and finally got one. This is in our teeny-weeny little den, and hardly fits, but I don’t care. I love this chair. It’s right behind my writing desk, so it’s great for anyone who wants to come visit me. (!) Mostly one of the younger kids sits here with the laptop in the evenings, even though they have a full desk right next to mine.
So we were on a roll.
And that one was soooooo easy.
So maybe we were getting cocky, but we actually thought we could handle something bigger. This one would involve a hammer.
I wanted to put up a white board in the kids’ “homework/paper center.” Now, the first irony is that I took a picture of the homework/paper center earlier this week for a blog post I was doing over at Health Bistro. The post (and original photo) is right here. I was writing about how organized I was, you know, and how I was giving tips, for God’s sake, on how to be organized. Like me. [*rolls eyes*] …
But don’t take me too seriously. Because just two days later, the “homework/paper center” looked like this:
It’s now become D.I.Y. project 214. …
What happened is that I bought this very cool white board that I wanted the kids to use. With two teens, now, we’re having a harder time keeping track of everyone. (Because, you know, when they’re older they often forget to tell you there’s a dance, or there’s a thing after the football game, or there’s a Saturday football practice, or whatever. …)
Anyway, this cool white board was going to go up on the wall right among the plastic bins that hold their school stuff, so I asked Superman (God bless him) to nail it up there for me. He was being all great and honey-do-ish and did it for me while I was at work so I’d come home and be surprised. (Yay.) But I came home and … heard … water? or a whishing? … hmmm … Of course, I was mostly happy that the white board was up! The white board is up! Hoorah! We’re more organized! And I got all sidetracked being happy about the white board being up that I didn’t even investigate that weird water noise. (I guess I just thought it was a toilet running, which we can sometimes hear in our very-thin, cheap-housing, not-even-made-of-brick Southern California homes.)
So anyway, we were all happy about our white board, and might have just gone on being giddy, except after dinner, my littlest son kept looking into the kitchen and saying, “What’s that sound? It sounds like water.” …
Superman got up to investigate, saying, “Yeah, Mom thought she heard something earlier to, and — oh sh** — ” [fill in your husband-swear-words-of-choice]. He stopped short with his hands on the wall near our new white board, as it was practically sliding off the wall as the paint and drywall and everything else began slipping down toward the floor … Ugh. He quickly got most things moved away, then got the hammer to investigate. Not that we needed the hammer much, as the dry wall had pretty much turned to putty, and came sliding off if you even slightly scraped it with your finger. Ugh. Wet dry wall. … Sliding. … Nothing like it. … So …
D.I.Y. project 213 became BIGGER D.I.Y. project 214.
After a long evening involving a trip to Lowes in the dark, confused stares at copper pipes and fittings, a lot of drywall hammering, traipsing through the bushes to turn off the main water line in the dark, teenagers complaining that they couldn’t take scheduled showers, young one looking worried like our house was going to flood — not to mention nails, stir sticks, and some kind of epoxy that took a degree in science to mix — we were finally able to go to sleep. The next day, the epoxy didn’t try exactly right and we hired a plumber.
D.I.Y. became H.S. (hire somebody).
The plumber did a very lovely job with some soldering tools and more copper fittings, and now we’ll probably just have to get some chicken wire (Project 215) and dry wall (Project 216) and find that color of paint again (Project 217) and fix that wall.
Gosh, good thing we needed a white board.
We’ll be sure to enjoy all $300 of it.