My wonderful husband is a tradie – a carpenter to be precise. When we first moved in together I had visions of our home being filled with beautiful handmade furniture and was relieved I would have someone around to attend to all the odd jobs…. Before you say it, I was young and naive.
Over the past 10 years, I’ve come to learn what it’s really like to live with a tradie:
– Watching TV programs like The Block is painful as your partner provides a running commentary on what they are doing ‘wrong’ and what he would do instead.
– They think dropping a few expletives into a regular conversation is the normal.
– Your garage is full of tools – that never get used, but you can’t possibly get rid of them.
– They will generously offer to help friends and family complete odd jobs, but you are still waiting for them to hang up your wedding pictures.
– What is meant to be a “quick trip” to Bunnings turns into an hour and a half of following them through the aisles.
– They refuse to throw away a work shirt when it gets a hole in it.
– You have at least one unfinished project around the house – in our case it’s our garden shed which has been three years in the making.
– They hate going to Ikea with you as it’s not as good as anything they could make – which they continue to tell you the ENTIRE time you are in the store. Then on the rare occasion they do agree to buy something, they don’t use the instructions when putting it together, become frustrated and it ultimately ends in an argument.
– You learnt early on to wash their clothes separately, and sometimes you need to wash them a couple of times before they are really clean.
– What starts off as a small home project quickly becomes elaborate (read expensive) and waaay over the top.
Can you relate?
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