Y’all might not know but Mr.Wrekker is much older than me.
I was awakened by a bang. I get up to go see ..dogs are clamoring around me thinking it’s early breakfast.
I walk out on the deck. The bang was a ginormous ladder being put up against the garage roof. My son is already on the roof. Taking screws out. His ladder is up there leaning on the higher two story roof.
Holy cow. I see my ancient(
) husband as he stepped off the ladder onto the metal roofed garage. I swear to the stars he teetered a bit.
I told my daughter we gotta put a stop to this circus.
3 men, no wait Hamza went up too. 4 men on the roof. Two bigger boys eyeing the ladder. The twins are interested. “Get those boys outta there!” I sez.
First.
I’m not speaking well. So I couldn’t really voice my concern. But she understood.
Whew, she got the boys otherwise engaged.
I knew we had to replace a couple panels on the roof. But I just supposed my husband would call the original installers.
OH Nooooooo. Must save 20 cents! DIY time. I really hate that!
I was signing at my husband. “Get your old butt down.”
He says “woman, shut those hands up, I’m fine”
My vision: His crumbled old body on the garage apron and his kids in a circle around him. Crying.
I don’t wanna deal with that on a very hot Arkansas day. Come on Mother Nature, the universe, the PTB… gimme a break!
When do men finally realize they can’t do that? What age?
I have plans to make.