I don’t know when my obsessive love of tools started. Some of you may know that I am rather handy around the house.
Or, I used to be. Before I became so stinking tired all the time.
Anyway, one of my monikers is “handymom.” I have an email address by that name, which has ended up being my junk email. You know, the email address that you give every site that requires an email address. Which ends up being twice as much work since I have multiple email addresses.
But if I get junk email in my personal email inbox I just feel so VIOLATED.
A few of the handy things I’ve done:
- Replaced the distributor wires on an older vehicle. This involves connecting the correct wires from the spark plugs to the distributor cap. If the incorrect wires are connected, the car won’t start.
- Installed several programmable thermostats.
- Installed ceiling fans.
- Replaced a toilet.
- Replaced numerous components on a computer (hard drives, floppy drives, cd drives, dvd drives, fans, etc.).
- Removed old tile then re-tiled a bathroom and an entry way.
- Re-caulked a bathroom, including around the toilet (ick).
- Painted. Duh.
- Hooked up stereo componentry (before it became so stinkin’ complicated).
Don’t be fooled, however. I am HORRIFIC at crafts. I can’t seem to draw a straight line, and my penmanship is laughable.
In other words, don’t expect any adorable tole painting projects from me. I doubt I could do vinyl lettering without messing that up, either. Scrapbooking? Don’t make me laugh.
So somehow, during all this handy-ness, I have become obsessive over my tools. I hide them from my family because they borrow stuff and don’t put it back.
Is there anything more frustrating than being unable to find a Phillips screwdriver?? Or the one Allen wrench you need? Same with sockets?
So I keep buying tool sets to replace the tool set with the one missing piece, and then I give the handicapped tool set to the “house.”
And then I hide my tool set.
Isn't it pretty?
Oh, and P.S., my husband is just as bad as my boys about borrowing my tools and not putting them back.
It had to be said.
Recently number three asked to borrow an Allen wrench, and I was too lazy to go get the tool set from its hiding place and get it for him, so I told him where the tool set was so he could get it himself.
Now I have to find a new hiding place.
Because, of course, when I went back to my office, there was my tool set opened and spread out on my couch. I certainly did have an FFO, (Female Flip Out), and I believe the wrench was eventually returned and the tool set put away.
But the sanctity of my tool set has been breached. And this seriously bugs me.
I did a recent survey of my tool set situation, and I discovered that I have three complete tool sets stashed in special places. I think I stash them and then I forget that I have them, so I buy another one.
I actually think this might be some kind of disease. Probably.