Yes. There is a question mark behind the title. No doubt about it (and I say this with all love and respect), but my husband is not known as a handyman, at least not in the traditional sense of the word. Don’t get me wrong. FatherWinter can put things together that come in boxes with instructions. He has a bit and drill kit, but rarely uses it. A regular handyman he is not. And I’m okay with taking the lead in caulking, screwing, drilling, etc. if I have to. I’m a farm girl. It’s kind of what we do. That’s why yesterday came as such a shock.
Yesterday, FatherWinter wasn’t feeling well. The previous night he’d had a splitting headache with a stuffy nose and sore throat. I immediately thought it to be allergies as they seem to have come with a vengeance this March, but he wasn’t so sure. By bedtime, Fatherwinter was so miserable that it was almost certainty that he would not make it to work (which rarely happens). Poor baby.
After I got Superbug on the bus and Honeybee secured, I wished him a good day, gave him his kiss, and let him rest as I left for work knowing that’s what he needed and desired most. About midday I received an time-sensitive email from Ms. Care regarding paperwork for Honeybee and the approaching hearing. She required signatures from FatherWinter and I on a document and needed the document dropped that day. I called FatherWinter and told him I’d be at the house to get his signature and would continue on to the agency office.
When I got to the house, FatherWinter comes outside looking a lot better and had a big grin on his face. “I’ve been watching Youtube videos! I’m a handyman! I can caulk the cracks now”.
So, I politely asked my husband what he meant and he informed me that since he was confined to the bed, he decided to watch home improvement videos on caulking. I’d planned on doing spring cleaning/home improvements next weekend and caulking was on the agenda. FatherWinter now informed me that he was feeling much better and was on his way to Home Depot. I didn’t even attempt to talk him out of it, lol. I just wished him luck and continued to drop off the paperwork.
When I returned, FatherWinter was in the kitchen with a Home Depot bag, a caulk gun, a trimming tool, and Superbug was walking around behind him. They were so excited. FatherWinter went into out mudroom and “fixed” the first crack. It wasn’t a bad job and that just encouraged him to continue.
He then went up the stairwell repairing the caulking along the crown molding and a small area on our bedroom ceiling. All in all, it wasn’t too shabby. I know. I know. You can’t really mess up caulking, but you can make it noticeable. FatherWinter did a pretty good job and I have no complaint. Yay, FatherWinter!!!! All we need now is a bit of paint and everything should be back to pristine.
Shortly after FatherWinter’s finished his caulking project, there was a knock at the door. Standing there was the cutest little boy scout you’d ever want to see with his mom standing a little behind. He asked FatherWinter if he would be interested in buying any mulch. Here is the hilarity of the situation. Of all of the products the little boy was selling, he mentioned mulch first to my husband. Can you guess why?
We are in desperate need of mulch lol. Currently, my flower bed and evergreen bush bed look like a desert. A very dry desert with one mean and huge dandelion weed in the middle all just waiting for my annual “spring cleaning” weekend to bring it back into shape. Again, it’s one of those things I am planning on purchasing for my spring cleaning weekend. I just haven’t done it yet.
FatherWinter knew it was on my agenda to purchase and told the little boy that he didn’t think we would need any mulch yesterday. The little boy did a slow head turn, looked at the flower bed, and asked, “are you surrree”. *insert loud giggles here*. My husband couldn’t say no.
He came upstairs, got the money, and paid the little boy for two big bags. He encouraged him to continue that great entrepreneurial spirit. The bags will be here next week. I love children.
If the mulch does make it here in time, I’m looking forward to going outside and working. It’s been a while since I’ve been able to go outside and play in dirt. This will be Honeybee’s first “Mommy Spring cleaning”. I’m so looking forward to it. I have visions in my head of her sitting beside me in her little gardening pants and hat playing while I try and make everything pretty again.
One things is for sure. FatherWinter has bitten by the handyman bug. After the little boy left last night, FatherWinter looked at a few more projects online. Err…We’ll be very cautious and I’ll let you all know how it goes.
Have a great and wonderful day!