Harry likes to keep everything in the loft. It’s not a bad idea as such, as it good to have our house free of clutter, but sometimes he goes over board, and he demands that I put items that I need to use in the loft too.
This time I needed to start packing for my trip to Moscow, and I wanted to get a suitcase and a box with baby clothes for my sister. I have started asking Harry about 2-3 weeks ago, but he seems to be having a great pleasure delaying getting the suitcase for me. I told him that if he does not get it by the end of the weekend, I will get it myself. He hates the idea of me going to the loft, he thinks that I’ll break everything and fall through the roof. “Don’t threaten me” – he told me . How funny, he considers me going to the loft a threat!
He promised me that I will have it by Monday, but of course it was not there. Nor was it there on Tuesday, so I finally decided that I got tired of asking him.
I got into the car today during the lunch break – bright sunny day, nice music playing…and I drove home. I got in, extended the ladder, removed the “roof”, climbed up, found what I needed and carefully got it down! I even had a chance to put everything into the suitcase! Gosh there is no more room, I would have to re-pack it very carefully. Anyways, I felt very happy and proud of myself. I had a nice lunch and drove back…
Let’s see what Harry’s reaction would be to this.
For me it’s inspiring to break his unreasonable rules, and prove to myself that there is nothing that I can’t do by myself – NOTHING!