That’s right, my husband has mad woodworking skills! And he never told me!
I mean, yes, there was the occasional home repair project he seemed just a little too proficient at. And he’s a master at putting together Ikea furniture. But I never suspected this. .
Anyway, here is how it started:
Allen: I think maybe I want to build something.
Me: Okay, do you know how to build things?
Allen: I’ll figure it out. What should I build?
Me: How about building a little art/activity table for the kids, since we’ve been looking for them at flea markets and haven’t found what we want?
Allen: Okay. I’ll build that.
A few conversations with his dad, some borrowing of tools, and three days later, I come home from a day-long meeting, and the table is done.
But wait, there is more! After he built the table, he wanted another project. He decided to build a giant shelf to organize the awful, messy, cluttered, downright scary part of the unfinished side or the basement. He decided that on like Wednesday and by Friday, it was done.
This morning, he said: “I need another project.” Is there a sweeter sound in the world?
I think it’s time for me to get out the secret list I’ve been keeping in the event that my husband turns out to have crazy woodworking skills that I knew nothing about!
Anyway, the kids love the table. Max has already built elaborate cities on it with his blocks. And seriously, is there anything cuter than the way kids’ feet dangle off chairs?