So because we are in the middle of a kitchen remodel, I’m noticing some very interesting differences between men and women. Some of these things are downright funny, while others are merely amusing/annoying.
First, men seem to see it as a right of passage if they go to Home Depot several times a day as they are working on a project. When I ask if we should just get everything we need now during this first trip, they look at me as though I’ve completely lost my mind.
They say, “how do you know everything we will need until we actually start the project” I say: “Well, I haven’t done this particular project before but I have painted several rooms/projects and I know what I need as a result of that. Don’t you know what you’ve used in the past?” Again, the response look I get is that I must be crazy.
Later, when they say I went to Home Depot today four times there is such pride on their face because apparently Home Depot is the place to be. Really? If I had to go to the same place four times in a day…I wouldn’t tell anyone about it. I’d be embarrassed that my planning and list making abilities are broken.
Second, I put up plastic in the doorway so we can at least attempt to reduce the amount of dust that enters the living room and the rest of the house. At night, we pull these back so we can get in and out of the kitchen quickly. If we forget to pull them down in the morning (God forbid) so does everyone else. Even when they know they have to cut through a wall and dust from the last 50 years comes out of the walls.
Third, there seems to be an inability for men to thrown anything away. Small parts they cut off, the end of a roll of paper towels, a dirty paper towel, etc. I’ve noticed this with my significant other over the years, but it never occurred to me until now that it is more of a man thing. I’m not sure why. I’ve moved the trash cans into the kitchen and that doesn’t seem to change the behavior at all.
Once, Wayne emptied the recycling trash can in our house in the morning and as I moved throughout the day I noticed an empty milk gallon in the fridge (I don’t drink milk), an empty toilet paper roll, empty boxes of items shipped to him, etc. and placed them all in the recycling trash can. Later that day, he said to me: “I can’t believed you filled that up already.” It was filled with all of the things he used but couldn’t bring himself to throw in the recycling. Wow.
As my frustration grows with this project, so does my interest in these male/female issues. I’m beginning to find them fascinating.