This whole 'fixing the house to get it ready to sell' thing is really getting to my husband. I've made peace with the fact that God already has someone in mind for this house. We're just getting it ready for them. I'll just keep working and we'll get as much done as we can in the amount of time we have and with the set amount of money God provided. We do what we can and God does what we can't.
My husband, however, is totally stressing about getting everything done on time. I'm learning to trust God and I'm also learning to keep my mouth shut and be supportive. I guess if our marriage is strong enough to survive adding 4 kids from foster care, it's strong enough to survive moving.
Yesterday I brought home two new light fixtures for the kids' upstairs bedrooms. Steve took down the old light in the boys' room easily and then attempted to install the new one. He had all sorts of trouble. I was painting in the room next door and decided from the sounds and words I heard, I wasn't going anywhere near the light project! But in the middle of painting, Steve asked me to help him. Being a good wife, I went. The current problem involved a wiring nut that wouldn't come loose. I asked him if he turned off all the power before working on the wiring. He snapped back at me, "Of course I did.!!!" You see where this is going, right?
After enduring a few more snide remarks from Steve, I left him to his project and went back to painting. Not long after, I hear a loud pop, a yell, a thud and then a few choice words. Since I could definitely hear him, I knew he wasn't dead or dying. I didn't know whether to rush in with sympathy, say I told you so, laugh hysterically or just sit quietly where I was. I opted to sit quietly and laugh internally.
PS: He asked my dad to help with the remaining lights. I think he's coming over today.
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