Yesterday morning, before the heat got up to 500+ degrees, I decided I would finally change the porch light to the new bug-free light bulbs. I've been meaning to do this for over a week now, but just kept forgetting. And of course the promise of having light on my front porch without all the random bugs/mosquitoes was also motivation.
As a typical day goes for me, I ended up doing a few other hundred tasks before actually getting around to attempting to change the light. Long story short here, my attempt was a fail. The top of the light fixture wouldn't come off. This is how I would access the light bulb currently attracting bugs. Every time I turned the topper, the bolt inside turned with it. After I rummaged through my husband's toolbox I found a flat pair of plier looking things that seem fit for my job. I tried again. Nope!
By this point I was hot, soaked with sweat and completely frustrated. I knew I had to throw in the towel and ask the hubby to do it. Since his track record for doing household chores is not the highest, it felt like an extra blow on top of my own personal failure.
The pliers remained wedged between the topper and light fixture all day. I just ignored it.
Fast forward to the evening.
Had a nice dinner out at a local Mexican joint. I proceeded to show hubby a picture of the wedged pliers in the light fixture. He laughs, tells me I'm worked up over nothing, makes some comment about the tool I chose and says he'll fix it when we get home. I knew I would have to remind him. See above comment about track record.
He sets out to fix the issue. After failing at the same attempt I made, he was equally as frustrated. (Hmph... worked up over nothing huh?) He eventually had to remove the entire light fixture. When he walked inside with it, I asked why he removed it? He spatted back that it can't be done any other way. Ok - even I wasn't THAT mad about the faulty topper.
He worked on it inside for about 25-30 minutes. I decided to sit down and read for a bit. I know when he's in moods like this to stay clear and just let him do what he needs to do. He's a determined person. He will finish what he sets out to do. When he got up holding the light fixture to walk back outside, I asked 'How's it coming?' - rather cheerfully, because I was kinda proud of myself for sitting back and letting him do his thing. Uhhhhhh, yeah. He had something in his mouth, like screws or the topper or tools. I don't know exactly. I didn't have my glasses on (I can't wear them and read up close). He jerked his head and spewed out a really loud inaudible mumble that made me thankful they weren't decipherable. Then slams the door behind him.
It was only a little past 8:00, but I decided if I stayed downstairs any longer, there was a high possibility of a full on argument. All about changing the light.
This morning, after my cup of coffee, I went out to the front porch to see what the new yellow bug-free light bulb looked like in the fixture. The fixture was back in place, the old bulb removed with the socket empty. Ok.
As my hubby was getting ready to leave for work, he said he couldn't find the light bulbs last night. I'm not even sure he said anything about fixing it and it was ready to go. He's so stubborn and I could tell he was still ticked off. So I said Ok and thanked him.
I just put in the new light bulb.
Marriage.
8:54 a.m. - 2016-07-15
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