"Cause if you don't fix it baby .... maybe the milkman can."
At MY house, there's no need for the milkman. My man is THE Mr Fix-It Man. Within 48 hours of his arrival, Soubriquet was busily 'fixing' this mule's paddock whilst my co-workers were busily texting me - 'What are you doing??? Where are you?? Are you having fun??" I explained ever so sweetly that having a man who can solve the small problems that plague a single mom's life is worth his weight in chocolate. Better than chocolate, even!
And though it did not sound romantic, Soubriquet had unplugged my bathroom sink, unplugged my daughter's shower, cleaned the mineral deposits in my porcelain toilets, repaired (again) the broken handle on the microwave, oiled the garage door tracks and back door hinges, unsunk my in-sink-erator (which hasn't worked properly in the full 3 years I've lived here) and fixed the front door lock. He also had the oil changed in my car, replenished the anti-freeze and washer fluids, and put air in my tires.
And if ALL OF THE ABOVE was not enough, he served me porridge and tea in bed and read poetry to me. I saucily text'd my boss, "Are you jealous yet?" I received a terse text back: "Yes. Have fun."
|front door lock|
|Now it locks!|
And do you think Soubriquet stopped there ... OH NO!! He drove me to work and picked me up each day. One evening we pulled up to the house, and Soub was telling me all about his day as he casually pressed the garage door button. I glanced at the garage but focused on him, laughing at one of his humourous moments and then did a double-take. WHHAATTT??? My garage!! Oh my heavens, you could actually see a clear path from the driveway to the kitchen back door!!! Not only had he 're-arranged' my endless pile of stuff, he 'organized' it as well AND swept up all the dog food that had been scattered about. And let's not forget the bikes - he dusted those off, and pumped the tires and took me on a very very short impromptu ride. What a busy boy he had been ......
|you can actually walk through the garage now!|
I could continue on here. We haven't even begun to discuss my various technology 'issues' which Soub also tackled. And yes, we DID take two trips to the hill country of Texas. I unashamedly admit that I LOVE having my mr. fix-it man take care of me. Oh sure. I could do the self-sufficient pioneer woman thing and .... hire out these jobs. And deny myself the pleasure of being cared for???!! I think not.
|He's hoping he won't have to clean my toilets again!|
|Grippy stuff for the pesky center console in my SUV|
Now this is the true treasure of my man: On his final day in Texas, I awoke early, got ready for work, he fixed me porridge and tea one last time, and I kissed him hard and left.. I cannot bear taking him to the airport, so I arrange for a car service to take him. When I arrived home that evening, to my empty house, no tea waiting, no Soubriquet waiting, I found these lovely pink notes scattered about my house. Small reminders that I am truly loved and cared for.
Thank you, sweetheart.