My husband is currently away at the moment. He has gone overseas for 3.5 weeks, which means I have been left to fend for myself (and my 3 kids) for a while.
THE DAY AFTER HE LEFT, what do you know, both the taps in my bathroom broke. Both of them.
“Fixing things around the house” is my husband’s specialty. He just loves little tactile problems. Especially simple jobs that take 10 minutes to feel like a superhero.
But what was I going to do now that my husband was away for 3 weeks?
Obviously I should ask for help. And I know lots of people I could have called to help me fix a tap… but the trouble is – I don’t like to ask for help. I would rather try and fix something myself. And I’d only ask for help once I have clearly established that I couldn’t fix it myself.
So driven by pride, I grabbed a spanner from the shed, and took apart the tap handles.
What I found was… that the inside plastic ring thing had cracked apart, and when I turned the handle, the plastic bit didn’t grip the metal turning water valve thing.
(Wow, I sounded like a complete airhead! But it makes perfect sense in my head ok?!)
I didn’t have time to pop into the hardware store that day, which meant I didn’t have time to fix it for another day or two… so this is how I turned on my taps for a few days. Martha Stewart look out!
Omg trying to wash my face while turning a spanner handle with my ELBOW is close to impossible.
When I finally found some time to fix the thing, I gathered all the tap bits into a zip lock bag (I’m such a woman) and drove to my local hardware store.
This particular hardware store is usually full of happy, friendly women who call me “DARL” and “LOVE” but today they were no where to be seen. There were only grumpy looking men, who were busy with other customers, which immediately made me revert to my “I don’t want help, I want to try to fix it myself” mode.
But there I was. Looking at a FREAKING WALL OF TAPS AND HANDLES. WTF I don’t know anything about all this handyman shit.
But you know what, it wasn’t very hard. With a little bit of brain power, I actually worked it out myself. I bought one set of handles, went home, took them apart, screwed them back together with all the little screwy bits… and DONE, I FELT LIKE A SUPERHERO.
OH YEAH I FELT SOOOOO….
I did a crazy happy dance into the lounge room and dragged my sons over in a train formation to let them BEHOLD MY SUPREME HOTNESS. And they were like, yeah whatever mum.
Nonetheless, I felt rather smug.
Yeah baby I can fix things.
(Smug, but still missing my husband.)