It was a beautiful saturday morning in spring, a day I felt was perfect for me to finish the sofa project that I started months ago. The morning started with everyone in a good mood. The plan is to get everyone together early, eat, get dress and out the house. This will allow me to clean up before I start. That was the plan, Unhappily the plan did not work, as great plans usually do. The boys were to be taken out at noon, giving me enought time to finish the sofa I was making. The job was to start at 1pm and end at 6pm.
It is now 10am and the boys are not dressed and not listening as usual because they are having too much fun playing with each another in the house. At the other end of the problem my husband has conveniently forgotten what he had to do. Fortunately for him, he got caught up in a sport game on TV. I know sports are a big deal to him, but that was not part of our agreement.
The time is now 12 noon and not much has changed. The only change is, me yelling at the boys to get out of my way so I can finish the room that I started. My boys seem tp have a radar that detects when I'm cleaning. Once I start cleaning they deside to use that room to play in, it gets worse when they refuses to leave before I can finish. This process slows me down and frustrates me everytime and my husband knows this.
The time is now 2:30pm and they are now getting ready to leave, I still had to finish cleaning before I start the sofa. It is now 3pm and they are out the door. I can now finish cleaning and begin my work. At 4pm I began measuring at 4:45 I start to cut with my power tools. With the children out I will be able to use the tools freely. It became to me a happy, happy, joy, joy time for me. The cutting and measuring became longer than I wanted to be, and at 6pm I close to finishing my cutting.
At 6:20 the phone and on the other line is my husband voice saying, "the boys want to come home." There was nothing I could do to stop them, so they came ten minutes later. My job now is to finish the work without anyone getting hurt. I thought by calling my husband and asking him to keep the boys in the room with him would make a difference but I was wrong. The boys did not stay ten minutes with him, because they were out running back an forth bothering me. It started to bother me because I had the staple gun plugged in and close by, the electric saw on and in my hand.
This is where My God, came in. They were put into the room one more time an it took no time at all for the boys to escape. This time they proceeded in their own to get in my way an slow me down. They turn from slowing me down, to asking me for them to help me, I in turn say no. I call out to my husband several times for his assistant, which took a little time coming. At this point I had the power saw on cutting the plywood and the staple gun plugged in close by, but not in use . My younger son Asher desided to pull the staple gun, with it pointing the wrong way. I, on the other hand panic, forgetting that I was using the saw. I reached to get the gun from his hand dropping the saw nicking him on his shin. It give him a cut where you can see the white of his flesh. This is when my husband finally got off his butt to do something.
It's now after 7pm and he asked me should he take the child to the Hospital. Well yeeesss, but it took us some time to slow the bleeding down. I put a compress and tied it, because that Asher would not let you do anything for him unless he is unconscious. My husband took him to the Hospital where the doctor desided to use surgical bonding glue instead of stitches. The job the doctor did was beautiful, unfortunately the baby did not think so, because the next day around late after he undo the bonding. My husband repeated the process again by returning to the Hospital. We tied his foot up, and talk an talk to him about why he had to keep it on. It has now healed nicely.
Since that episode I no longer cut in front of the boys or trust my husband to keep his word about looking after the boys while I work with electric power tools.
The main problem, though, is that you have not really provided a clear and developed overall thesis--a main point that would apply to everyone. I don't think the power tools issue is the main one--it's really something more about your husband and your sons. Give that some thought.
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