Rock Me Baby

Our front door was installed!  It looks better than I had hoped and I love it. So, super excited about that.

Hubby was excited too.  So excited that he insisted it be covered in plastic to protect it.

At first I was confused. Protect...our door? From like, what? Rain? Sunlight? Because I'm pretty sure the door is going to meet the elements. I could be wrong but I think that's like a requirement of doors nowadays.

No, the real plan was to protect the doors from the brick guys, who will be finishing up tomorrow. And will be working around the door. Yeah, THAT makes a lot more sense.

So it's about 8 at night and we're on our way home when he announces that we're going to swing by "real quick" to put up this plastic.

I don't know how it keeps happening, but I keep getting appointed as his helper. The fact that I don't have any kind of mechanical skill, can't identify tools and generally just get in his way doesn't seem to phase him.  He keeps appointing me.

My "job" this time is to hold the ladder. There are all kinds of brick debris around the house and in front of the door, exactly where he needs to be. Instead of moving any of it, we just plunk the ladder down on top of the rubble. So it's nice and secure.

Than the man who is over 80 pounds heavier than me climbs up on this ladder and I'm supposed to hold it and keep it from falling over.

Sounds like a great plan.

It was actually going fine until M came over with a bag of pretzels.

Did I mention that it was 8 and I hadn't eaten dinner and was starving?

So of course, when she offered me some I wasn't going to turn them down.

I'm scarfing down pretzels like I hadn't eaten in a million years and he's doing whatever it was that he was doing and it all seemed to be going so well.

Until he shifted his weight and the ladder rocked kinda violently.

"Are you holding the ladder?"

"Yes....kinda...mostly?"

"What do you mean, mostly?  Are you holding the ladder or not?"

"Well, M came by with some pretzels so - "

"You let go of the ladder to eat pretzels?"

"Well, yeah. They're really good pretzels. Like really good. When you get done you should have some. Seriously, you gotta try these. So good."

And that folks is how I lost my coveted position as helper...