This picture is too classic not to post. I realize it’s a fuzzy iPhone image, and my husband looks disgruntled. Let me clarify…he doesn’t just look disgruntled… HE IS. That’s because our laundry machine hasn’t been working properly since we moved into the house in February. It’s April. That means, since February, he’s been building a contraption of paint cans and cleaning solution every single time we need to run a load.
(Let me also clarify the reason I’m not in the picture. At the point this picture was taken, I was WAAAAYYYYY more disgruntled about our laundry machine than he was.)
At first, Jonathan was really proud of himself for finding a temporary solution to the partially broken machine. I was proud of him too, until I realized the the contraption had become a permanent solution. Weeks went by. We traveled, and unpacked, and painted, and planted. But no washing machine part was ever ordered. I pouted, complained and refused to learn how to set up the contraption because I thought he’d get tired of doing laundry. He didn’t. He’s a saint and kept doing laundry because I refused to learn how to set up the contraption.
Last weekend, the big green tub of solution fell off the contraption and spilled all over the garage. I threw a big ol’ hissy fit. A few hours later, the part got ordered. Today, it arrived in the mail and he installed it in just a few minutes. So simple really.
And here’s the moral of the story: if you have a husband who is smart enough to build you contraptions, and strong enough to move your boxes, and patient enough to plant you flowers… then you sometimes have to wait for things to get done the way you’d like them to be done. It’s worth it. He’s worth it.