As you all know by now, David isn’t too big on asking for help. He likes to think that he has superpowers and can do everything by himself, but this weekend I saw a different side to him.
David has been building the counter for the laundry room, and he finished it last week. He mentioned to me that he might need help carrying it upstairs, since he built it in the garage. I do workout 6 days a week but I am not sure if I could help carry a 200 pound counter up our staircase. I told him to let me know when he needed me. On Wednesday night as I am getting out of the shower, I hear all sorts of noise. Grunting, walls getting bashed, stairs getting scraped. I quickly realized that it must be my husband with those superpowers of his, carrying (or dragging) the counter up the stairs. David runs into our bathroom and tells me that he needs me to lay down towels on the stairs as he goes up them so that he doesn’t damage anymore steps. Keyword being anymore. I agreed to help, but if he was struggling that much, was it worth it for him to carry this thing on his own?
I felt like it made more sense to just hire somebody and ask for help.
After damaged steps, damaged walls, and an extremely sore David, he agreed to carry the counter back down the stairs (he only made it halfway anyway) and find somebody to help him. We used Dolly and found a guy to help him when it was convenient for us, and within 5 minutes, the counter was safely up the stairs and shortly after, placed on top of our cabinets.
The length of this counter is getting me super excited to have a place to fold laundry!