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.
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.