My husband does not do fix-its. I don’t really know if he’s ever changed a lightbulb. He probably couldn’t find the toolbox if his life hinged on finding a phillips head screwdriver (or be able to recognize one if he did).
Which means that the new toilet seat I bought 9 months ago sat in the hall for … well, 9 months. Because replacing toilet seats is right down there with plunging drains in my list of least-favorite things to do.
Then this morning, the handle broke off the toilet. A trip to the hardware store later (solo trip of course; at least he did watch the kids while I went) I was playing plumber. Which isn’t nearly as much fun as playing cowboys and indians, but that is another story for another day.
And as long as I had the tool box in there and my hands were all grimed up from the first repair, I went on and replaced that seat that had been sitting patiently since last April.
My day is now complete.
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