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Honey, Write a Blog About This…

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My husband does his best to help with blog ideas. Writing about ways we save money multiple times each week can sometimes be a struggle and he loves to help as much as he can.

A few nights ago, my brother was trying to clear a drain when my husband wasn’t home and he ended up pushing the clog from his bathroom shower drain over to the connecting pipe with our shower drain. When I went to take a shower, it quickly turned into standing water.

Gross.

My husband came home, mumbled something about plumbing work being left to plumbers, and attempted to fix the problem. Realizing the clog was a tough one, he called a co-worker to borrow a drain snake to clear the lines.

Last night, after what sounded like quite the wrestling match, my husband walked into the kitchen and asked me to grab my camera.

‘Why?’ I asked.

‘I figured you could take a photo of our shower and talk about saving money by doing work yourself’ he said proudly.

‘By taking a photo of the shower drain? I can’t really express a clear shower drain in a photo though’ I responded.

‘No hon. Take a photo of the mess I made!’ he said while smiling, walking me to the bathroom.

I walked through the door and gasped as I looked at the black tar mess with stringy hair that covered our shower, the walls, and the floor.

I looked at my husband, who had a black streak of who knows what across his forehead, and smiled.

I love him. I really do. But he doesn’t have a good understanding of the concept that people have VERY different tolerances of plumbing grossness than he does.

Needless to say, I did not take a photo.

But I promised to share the importance of doing work yourself… or…

do what I did and marry a plumber. It’s easier.


9 Comments

  • Reply Jen |

    Thanks for the post – it reminded me to flush my drains with baking soda and vinegar!!

    Also, I think it’s really sweet that your husband clearly takes pride in his work and seems to enjoy his job 🙂

  • Reply Woody |

    Ha. I just finished replacing a faucet and that sounds like the nastiness I found in the P-trap. It looked like it could have been alive. It was especially nice when the “water” that was surrounding that wonderfulness was dripping all over my hands.

  • Reply Claire in CA, USA |

    I, too, married a plumber. I’ve trained him in the last 20 years of marriage to NEVER show me the nastiness in the pipes or drains. 🙂 He also does not discuss with me the most amazing (disgusting) things shoved into toilets and down sink drains at the school district where he is the plumber, although he will occasionally send me a picture of the loveliness. Bleh!

  • Reply emmi |

    Ehem. I don’t think having your plumber husband do plumbing qualifies as do-it-yourself. If you’re a surgeon and you take out your own inflamed appendix . . . maybe. What your hubby did I’d call professional work performed in return for hugs.

  • Reply Jessica07 |

    Ech. My husband and I just moved out to the ranch he grew up on, and not a month after we moved in, the septic tank backed up. Gross. Gross. Did I say gross yet?

    Having only ran across your blog for the first time today, thank you for not posting a picture. LOL! That would have been quite the first impression. 😉

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