Have you ever wondered what it’s like to be married to a trades guy? Well, you can find out below!
6 Ways to Know You Married a Trades Guy
Your house doesn’t have any lights. Okay, maybe I’m exaggerating slightly but not much. None of the bedrooms in our house have central lighting sources, so JP promised me that he’d install pot lights…a year ago. We’ve been living with lamps ever since. Please not that he happily installs lights for other people.
As a side note, who would ever think it was a good idea to design bedrooms without central lighting? You might sleep there, but you still need to, you know, be able to see in order to get to bed safely.
A whole day can pass before your texts are answered. When I’m at work, I spend most of the day sitting (which I actually hate). When JP is at work, he spends the entire day moving around, working with his hands, and dealing with customers. He almost always has his phone with him, but it’s not always accessible or possible for him to take time out to chat with me (terrible, right?).
Given the nature of his job, I understand this and usually don’t think much of texts that go unanswered. However, there have been times that, also given the nature of his job, I wonder if he’s okay. This fear results in me leaving voice messages like this: “hi, babe. You haven’t answered me all day, so I’m calling to check if you’re still alive. If you’re not dead, call me back and bring home milk. I love you!”
Our sense of humor is really awful.
There is a wide array of work boots and safety shoes on our front step. JP’s work footwear is awful. Dirty, stinky, and all around gross. As such, I make him keep it all outside. Another trades wife I know makes her husband remove his clothes before coming into the house, which I think is a touch extreme (and alarming for the neighbours).
You pay for services rendered in beer. I don’t mean that I pay JP; I believe in slave labour when it comes to my husband. However, trades guys will often swap their services amongst each other and pay in beer, which is a fantastic deal. Both our air conditioning unit and Grams’ broke down within a week of each other during a heat wave this summer. Total cost to fix both units? Two cases of beer.
Your house is in a constant state of disarray. JP is an electrician by trade, but he has a strong working knowledge of all things construction. He doesn’t like plumbing and will often tell me, “I’m not a plumber, eh?” but that doesn’t mean that he can’t do it (which I love to remind him of). He is always renovating something, but it’s not always my first choice of project (remember the pot lights? We got a new garage door instead). B and I have gotten used to living with the sound of power tools in the background and watching where we walk very carefully.
Sometimes, “don’t touch me!” is shouted at you frantically. No, JP isn’t grouchy (usually). He just works live sometimes (even though that’s a very bad idea) and if he happens to get electrocuted, he doesn’t want to take me down with him. Isn’t that sweet and romantic? It is in our world.
Me: Hi, babe. *touches JP’s back as I walk by*
JP: Don’t touch me!
Me: You’re working live aren’t you?
JP: No, of course not.
Me: Then why can’t I touch you?
Me: Would you let me work live?
JP: No, of course not.
Me: Then why do you do it?
JP: I’m not!
Please note that electricians think they are invincible. They also lie.
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