We are in the tight grips of home improvements as we speak. My blogs could be sparse in the next few weeks as our kitchen (which includes my “office” area) receives a face lift and joins a more current time.
This led me to think back through our almost 8 year marriage and think of all the home improvement projects we have done together. Since Scott is a WONDERFUL handy-man and can do just about any kind of improvement to the home himself, there has been MANY a home improvements. In fact, the home we currently reside in was a fixer-upper from day one. However, the first home we owned is where it all began.
The home was brand-spanking new and had no yard. We spent the first spring and summer living in that home building fences, shoveling rock, installing sprinkler systems, building retaining walls, and planting so many shrubs, trees, and flowers it felt like the back breaking labor would never end, and our yard was not that big.
Later that year, we decided to finish our 1600 square foot basement in anticipation of the arrival of our daughter. Since I was pregnant, I admit, my help was sparse. Scott rocked it though, and completed it just in time. However, because I was unable to help him out, a new trend in home improvement began in our family, Home Improvement Injuries. During the basement finishing project, Scott managed to give himself a black eye, and a new tooth due to shattering the one God gave him.
Then there was the garage door incident of ’05. This is when, in attempts to fix a garage that had a broken spring, Scott almost broke his back. Oddly enough, I was again pregnant during this time and was of no help to him, thus he was trying to accomplish the task on his own. This landed him in bed for an entire week, and enough prescription pain pills to dope up the entire block for a solid week with him.
Last year, when we remodeled our master bathroom, (which, on a side-note, you should NEVER talk to Scott about) Scott grew increasingly frustrated at how long the project was taking. In hast, he decided against wearing rubber gloves during the grouting process. Again, he was out of work for a few days. The tips of his fingers needed to re-grow the skin that used to cover the tips of his fingers.
Ahhhh, the memories.
Here we are now, remodeling the kitchen. We are only a mere 24 hours into this 2 week project. Scott has decided to get things started off on the right foot this time…or I should say the wrong foot. As we were just barely getting started, Scott broke his big toe. He’s a trooper though. I didn’t even know he had hurt himself, until he stepped down wrong, and grimaced. That’s when he revealed that as the cabinets were arriving he slipped down the stairs and broke his big toe. At least he got the injury done with early. There’s no sitting around wondering what it will be.
Scott’s poor toes, they are such abused appendages. That’s a whole other post though.
Keep Scott’s safety in your prayers these next few weeks, he’s going to need it. Thankfully, I am not pregnant this time around, so we should keep the injuries to a minimum.
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