The other day, out of nowhere, Charlie said, "You rely on me too much."
What?! That's something I've never had a guy tell me. "You're too independent." Oh, yes. "Why don't you ask for help once in a while?" All the time. But being accused of relying on a guy too much? Never.
So, in the spirit of self-reliance, I decided to remove the crappy old vanity from the little bathroom. This is something I know how to do. This is something I've done before. And without the help of any man. I am confident. I am independent.
And then I discovered the shut-off valves under the sink don't really shut off the water. Even if they did, I can't get to the nuts under the faucet without a basin wrench. (See? I am independent. I am a girl who knows what a basin wrench is. I just don't own one...) So out of frustration I kicked the vanity repeatedly and not only kicked a hole in the side of it (it's rotted) but I also knocked the seal loose between the sink and the pipe, so now I have to brush my teeth in the kitchen.
Still determined to demonstrate my self-reliance, I sorted through all the stuff in my head that needs to be done (and that's a lot of stuff, y'all) and came up with this: put up the ceiling trim in the bathroom. I'd previously wallpapered the ceiling, but it looked unfinished without trim. I was not deterred by the fact that I've never put up trim by myself. The fact that I have no miter saw...now that's a deterrent. But I improvised. I overcame. I adapted.
I stole the trim from the laundry room with its already-mitered corners.
So when I told Charlie about all this, he said he was proud of me for starting and completing a project in one day and for my ingenuity. Then he said, "Just leave that vanity for later when I can help you with it."