The Handy Man

Here is what I have learned since my husband moved from the white collar world to blue collar.

• He is much happier.
• He doesn’t lift a finger anymore at home.

When he was the VP of HR he would come home and be a flurry of activity. He would plant, build, remodel, create, even cook dinner. Now, well, not so much.

I would say to him – I think I would like to have a built in book case over there with this type of molding. Next thing I know he is out at the lumber store and building a book case. I say in passing, a cedar bench with some cedar planter boxes would look great in that corner of our patio and voila they are built, look fabulous, and plants are in them all in the same weekend.

I have always called him the MacGyver of home improvement because if I said I want this.....he would built it. He may only have a Q-tip, swiss army knife and twine but by God it would get built and be beautiful and make the neighbor women swoon. (yea it was funny)

Ah, but those days are gone. Now I am lucky that he takes out the trash.
No more having dinner made for me. No more chores being done around the house. No more of my cute version of Bob Vila. I’m on my own now. I guess I will have to cheat on him and get my own new handy man.

I am assuming this change is because he was cerebral all day and sitting behind a desk that made him be a flurry of activity when he came home. Now he is a flurry of activity and physical labor all day and now comes home and is anything but cerebral or physical.

I threatened to hire someone to put in my new light fixture that has been sitting here for 4 months! He finally did it yesterday after that threat. 4 months!!! Now to my friends who do not have handy husbands they laugh at only 4 months or that a husband would even do such a thing as install a new light fixture. But in the old days we would have brought it home and up it would go. Now I have to nag, bribe, beg and threaten to hire someone before he begrudgingly puts it up. It’s done in 5 minutes with 10 minutes of bitching but it’s the 4 months prior that are so painful.

So while he is happier with his new work I am not so sure I am.
I may have to hire myself a new “handyman.”
Just wait until my husband gets a load of my requirements for that position ladies.