I have an IRL (in-real-life) friend who is beyond rockin’. Dawn has been such a blessing and so much fun. I can’t thank God enough that He put her and her friendship in my life–what a gift! Not too long ago, she told me a story about her husband and a rake shed, that make me laugh so hard, I’m pretty sure I embarrassingly snorted more than a little. She’s so cool, she loves me anyway and agreed to share the story here today with all of you. Take a minute and let her know you love her funny! And happy Friday, friends!
Every married couple knows about solving problems. Some seem to be easy; like when the kids shoes don’t fit, you get new ones. There is nothing for dinner, so we order pizza. Then there are the bigger problems. Like when your husband buys a new black Audi, and the kids’ wagon handle falls beside the car and leaves a 10 inch scratch. A scratch on this car is nothing short of a tragedy. Let’s be honest; he calls the car beautiful more often than he calls you beautiful. You have long accepted the car as the “other woman”.
So of course it makes sense that his next logical step was to buy a plastic rake shed to store all the outdoor bikes and toys. This way the toys are no longer in proximity to The Car and further scratches can be prevented. Great idea…but is it really possible to store 3 kids’ worth of bikes, balls, jump ropes, and hula hoops in a 10 ft high 4 foot wide plastic shed? We try…stacking and slamming the doors shut to keep it all in. Solution to the problem, right? NOPE.
For five years I futilely attempted to store the kids outdoor things in this rake shed. My husband just laughed off my frustration, refusing to believe this shed was any but The Greatest Thing Ever. A “greatest thing” that would fall into 7 pieces whenever there was the slightest wind.
So many days I would wake to find the doors blown off into my neighbor’s yard and toys blowing everywhere. I would say some very not-so-nice words and put the stupid RAKE shed back together. For that is all it was, a small shed for those in an apartment to store a shovel, broom, or rake. I would yell at the kids when the RAKE SHED doors were left open, because this caused it to fall apart.
Five years…we tried. We would stick a pencil into the door handle as an attempt to keep it closed. This did work..but one of my kids would always loose the pencil. The doors and sides would fall to the ground again. I only have two hands and really needed 10 to put this stupid thing back together. My husband stood by his purchase like he had become a millionaire off the idea or something. I would tell the story of the shed to friends and family…everyone agreed with me that it was not the right solution.
The finale of the rake shed happened in January during a hurricane-like high wind storm. I went out in the cold storm to check in on the shed. Not only was it blown apart for the 100th time, but the floor of the shed, which had been screwed into the ground with 10 inch bolts, was now lifted out of the ground and deposited inches from my brand new car. I could not believe this was happening again! But this time, there was a victory. Because the pieces almost put scratches on my car, we carried that rake shed to the curb on trash day. No more horrible solution to the kids yard toys to worry about.
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