Steve (my husband) and I had grand plans for this weekend. We planned to do some work on the house. Things like put the trim up around the window in the kitchen, put insulation in the crawl space above the mud room and seal some cracks to make our home warmer. Along with things like preventing ice build up along our roof line.
We got the insulation in the crawl space above the mud room finished.
Steve crawled around among the joists, placing the insulation and filling some gaps, while I watched from the top of the ladder willing to hand things to him, and go fetch. He had finished, and he sat back and looked around the space. I started down the ladder prepared to let him come down. That’s when he saw it. A gap he wanted to fill with insulation way over in the far corner where the roof line is just inches from the floor line.
He spread himself out careful to place body parts only on the wood and not on the drywall. Then he asked me to toss him the can of foam stuff. I did, and it bounced back at me, a foot or so out of Steve’s reach.
Know where this is going do ya?
He reached back, and somehow his body shifted, and there he was, dangling from two 2x4s, his feet coming through the mudroom ceiling, and dust everywhere.
That’s right, he went through the ceiling, knocking out an entire piece of drywall. He’s sore, but OK. We happened to have an extra piece of drywall in the garage, so we didn’t have to make any trips. We measured and cut and attempted to put the drywall piece back in the opening. It didn’t fit. We measured again. Repeat. Repeat.
Needless to say, my normally cool husband got a bit testy. He doesn’t like home improvement stuff to begin with, and this just sort of pushed him a bit too much. But we got it done. Although we do need to mud and tape the piece back in place. He even managed to go back in the crawl space and put the insulation back where it belonged.
But the unexpected extra work and clean up delayed our other planned projects. Eventually we shall get to them, right?
I’m afraid you won’t
You’ll get them done just in time for your grandchildren to marvel at them before they graduate college.
You should get Steve something special for Christmas, like parachute or a voodoo doll in a full body cast.