So this is a bit old, but I will write about it anyway. Over spring break, the little man and I attacked some much needed chores around the house that I have been itching to do.
One of the reasons the Chief loved this house so much is because of the garage space it has. We have a large three car garage, and a good sized shed. I don’t care either way about how much space we have for our vehicles, or the lawn mower, but whatever...sometimes it’s better to let the guy be the guy. So back to the shed. It’s a convenient place to store all the lawn crap, golf clubs, and anything else we feel like throwing in there. I only had one problem with it. The color. We move into this pretty house that is brown with white trimming, it looks so elegant. Then the shed. Is ugly red. It doesn’t match the house, it doesn’t match anything. It just sits there and sticks out like a sore thumb. Over the year, I have mentioned to the Chief how I would like to paint it. Over and over again I would get the same, “No, it’s fine” response. Secretly, I think he was afraid if I went near it, I would somehow damage it. How you damage an ugly, red shed, I will never understand...what could I do? Make it uglier? As we were approaching spring break, I mentioned it again (because what better way to get my way then to bug him to death?). “I sure would love to paint that shed so it matches the house.”
“If it shuts you up, then paint it.”
At first his words didn’t sink in, because I was so used to the same rejection comment. Once it registered, I didn’t say anything else about it. I didn’t want him to change his mind. I had the approval, and that was all I needed to FINALLY do what I wanted to do.
First day of spring break, the Chief drives off to work, and without delay, I grab the Little Man and take off for Home Depot. I bought the paint, and headed back. It was 10AM when we started our project. I knew it needed to be done before the Chief got home. So we got to work. Let me stop and say how grateful I am to have a child that can actually help with things like this. We worked from 10AM until 6:30PM. You know how many coats it took to cover up that nasty red? About two too many. After all that time and hard work, I couldn’t wait for the Chief to see it. We waited outside knowing he would come up the long driveway and it would be the first thing he would see (it’s at the top of our driveway). I see his truck coming down the street and hold my breath. He slowly comes up the driveway and turns into the garage. I open his door and realize he isn’t going to make this easy for me. The Chief isn’t an easy guy to read at times. He opens his back door to get out his laptop bag...still no reaction. Exasperated, I finally say, “WELL?”
“Well, what?”
“Seriously?”
Then I see the quick look that every woman has seen before, only with the Chief it is very brief. The look I am talking about is the one where they know there is something they were supposed to notice but didn’t. His eyes flicker to my hair, then down my body trying desperately to find out what “new” thing he is supposed to notice.
“THE SHED, YOU JACK WAGON!”
As relief fills his face, he swings around and says, “Hugh! Looks good, Babe.”
That’s it. That’s all I get. I’ll take it. In the meantime, I will be more proud of the fact the Little Man and I did something very productive on the first day of our spring break vacation.
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