A couple of months ago my new hubby decided to insulate the studio. He even got up early. 
I didn't really believe him when he said it was a one person job. In fact, I might have felt a little left out. But I had to make lunches for the week and I still own him his official birthday cake (you know, not just any cake but The Cake you identify as your own personal Birthday Cake.) I had my own work cut out for me so I wished Aaron good luck. He headed off he went to Home Depot (the place where we like to keep all our disposable income). I went for a run.
I didn't really believe him when he said it was a one person job. In fact, I might have felt a little left out. But I had to make lunches for the week and I still own him his official birthday cake (you know, not just any cake but The Cake you identify as your own personal Birthday Cake.) I had my own work cut out for me so I wished Aaron good luck. He headed off he went to Home Depot (the place where we like to keep all our disposable income). I went for a run. I came home.
He came home.
I offered to help again. He said stuck to his guns, "No I think it's one person job". I wrote up the grocery list and grabbed by purse when about ten minutes later a voice from the doorway, "Ahh, Honey....ah...do you think you could help after all"???
Well, I put down the list and headed out to the studio. I figure insulating the studio is probably amoung the many things that come with the married deal. He said it would only take an hour to up the insulation up. Now lying about estimated completion times of tedious project is NOT a part of the deal. Given Aaron's typical time managment skills I can't hold it against him because I'm positive he aboslutley meant it. He had a perfectly straight face when he said it. I looked around and figured in my head that he was probably correct that it would only take an hour if you have half-a-dozen guys from the Home Depot parking lot there to help you but sadly he was he was stuck with just me. Fast Forward: FIVE hours later and the insulation was up!! I must say, it looks pretty darned good! Turns out the insulation was a little small so we had to put it over the rafters instead of just tucking it up between the rafters. My Job Of Honor was to use the end of a broom to help "guide" the insulation over the rafters as Aaron stood on a ladder pulling and pushing the insulation. I managed to knock down a light in the process. This is the price he pays when I help. I break things. Never on purpose. Just like he didin't mean to underestimate the time by 400%, I didn't mean to break anything. Turns out it gave Aaron a good excuse to rearrange lights while he was at it.
By the end of the day we rearranged the studio benches and declaired it USABLE!! (In the 2 months since theyn we've re-packed it full of stuff and redeclaired in unusable. It gives us something to do on the weekends. Clean the
studio. Clutter the studior. Clean the studio...) The fact is though, we need to get it all squared away because I'm counting on him getting us back to our return to Fiji!! I'm doing my part with a 70 work-week. In the end it worked out great. I wrote-off making lunches and ordered pizza (and reason to order pizza is good by me) and baked the cake. I had time to make frosting while he washed off the insulation. By prime time we were sacked out on the couch watching a movie.
studio. Clutter the studior. Clean the studio...) The fact is though, we need to get it all squared away because I'm counting on him getting us back to our return to Fiji!! I'm doing my part with a 70 work-week. In the end it worked out great. I wrote-off making lunches and ordered pizza (and reason to order pizza is good by me) and baked the cake. I had time to make frosting while he washed off the insulation. By prime time we were sacked out on the couch watching a movie. Good times.
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