Yesterday morning, I could take it no longer. Our kitchen faucet has leaked for I don’t know how long, and I nearly snapped at the 1,000,000 drip into the kitchen sink. Eric and I talked about replacing it, but yesterday it was happening, whether we screwed it up or not.
Our worst fear was not that water would spray the ceiling (even we knew to turn the water off), but that we would have to call either of our dads to come help us. We’ve been homeowners for nearly seven years, but our handyman/woman inadequacies are still many.
You see, Dad can do anything. If it is broke, he can fix it. Need something redesigned? No problem. Put a door in an apartment in Brooklyn? Workbench in McFarland? Trellis and staircase handrail in Sanford? Got it. Eric’s dad is also a do-it-all guy (he built his own house), and we both wish we had spent more time learning and less time rolling our eyes and mouthing off when we were younger. If we only knew half of what our dads did, we’d be lucky.
We were determined to do this project ourselves. Two trips to Lowes and lots of swearing later, we did it. New faucet, new hoses, no dripping. Yea us.
Don’t worry Dad, there will many, many, more projects we’ll attempt and fail spectacularly. We’ll be calling.
3 comments:
It is true, Gene(Eric's Dad), Dave (Susan's Dad), and I were born with toolbelts on. Our Mothers talked about the pain of childbirth for many years.
We learned by doing.....so start doing, and your kids will still roll their eyes, and want to play Wii.
Congrats on the pressure side of plumbing, next you can tackle the drain!!!!!
See, I can't fix shit. Nothing. Gill an I tried to fix our shitty kitchen flooring that had gotten flooded and somehow we made it worse. I tried to caulk a drip in my skylight and the drip is now a steady down pour. Thank god for creepy dudes on Craigslist with impressive tools.
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