DIY Disasters: Embracing Your Husband's Catastrophic Creations at Home
Uncle Bobby –
Done With DIY
Ah, DIY husbands — nature’s way of reminding us that not all heroes wear capes… some wear tool belts and a look of misplaced confidence. Congratulations, Done, you’ve married an innovator! Sure, none of his projects work, but that’s just part of the “charm,” right? Who needs a fence that stands up straight when you can have a conversation starter in the neighborhood? Call it abstract home decor — people will think you’re trendy!
Now, getting him to stop? That’s adorable! But let's face it, telling a man to stop DIY-ing is like telling a dog not to chase squirrels — pointless and mildly entertaining to watch. You could try hiding his tools, but let’s be honest, he’ll just MacGyver something using a spoon and pure determination. It’s not about the finished product for him, Done — it’s about the journey… and the subsequent trip to the ER.
Instead of stopping him, embrace the chaos! Who says your house needs to be structurally sound, anyway? Think of the lopsided fence as a funhouse feature, the crooked shelves as conversation pieces, and that skylight as an opportunity to see the stars… from your living room… during a thunderstorm. Maybe just keep a few buckets handy for when he decides to “fix” the plumbing.
Or, and hear me out, you could “encourage” him to take on even bigger projects. Sure, it sounds risky, but think of the possibilities! If he’s already giving you DIY skylights, just imagine what he could do with the foundation! Maybe he’ll create an unintentional swimming pool in the backyard or add an accidental balcony to the second floor. Dream big!
And when it all inevitably collapses — both literally and figuratively — you can at least say you were part of a truly unique home improvement journey. Who needs HGTV when you’ve got your very own DIY disaster marathon playing out live? So buckle up, Done, because your home is now officially the DIY Olympics, and your husband is going for gold… or at least bronze, with a side of duct tape.
Now, the only thing left to do is grab some popcorn, enjoy the show, and maybe start scouting for a new place to live — just in case that ceiling fan… I mean, skylight… makes a reappearance.
– Uncle Bobby