Fixing the Door

The doors to our house are probably the original doors that were put in when the house was built over 100 years ago.  They expand and contract with the weather. Because DH can’t leave well enough alone, last summer he painted the doors. Yes, they look much nicer, but the paint makes the door stick.  They were sanded down and fixed, and worked. Now these old doors, which were already giving us a headache no longer line up to closer properly.  And they because the anchor at the bottom is now missing, we had improvise and add some bricks to make sure the door opens.

O, the ever helpful elf, decided to help Daddy in his project to fix the doors.  She was right in the middle with screwdrivers and tons of encouraging words, such as, “Daddy, the door doesn’t work.”  “Daddy, you can’t close the door.” “Daddy, why aren’t you fixing the door?” “Daddy, when will you fix the door?” “Daddy, look a cat. We hate cats, right?” She is a toddler after all and gets easily distracted.  But being in the middle of the door fixing situation certainly helped Daddy!



About RidgewoodMom

Thirtysomething mom of a baby girl. First and only baby, possibly. First baby amongst my close friends. These are the trials, frustrations and lessons I have learned in raising a single child in New York.
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