Just a little walk down memory lane...
There once was a time when I was in high school. My dad was finishing the basement in our new house and I was helping. It was drywall hanging time and it was my job to hold the drywall up for my dad while he nailed it in place. It was a very simple job and going very well, if I do say so myself... until the phone rang. My boyfriend was calling. And I ran from the basement to grab the phone.
Problem: I dropped the drywall. on my dad. to get the phone.
Result: Unhappy Dad and years worth of teasing from the family
Fast forward to this past weekend.
Once again, my dad was finishing a basement. This time, in my parents' condo. He spent the weekend framing the walls in so that it is ready for the plumbers and electricians to come in this week.
Occasionally, he would yell for someone to come and hold something for him.
Elayna helped a little. Jeremy and my brother-in-law spent some time down there... even Abby lent her little hands to help Grandpa with the basement.
Well, on Saturday morning, Dad yelled up the stairs, "Jeremy!"
To which I replied, "He's still sleeping... .what do you need?"
"I need someone to hold something."
"I'll come down." I said.
The drywall story had already been told a few times over the holiday weekend so I knew what everyone was thinking.
Jenilee is going down to help HOLD something?
Surely everyone knew that I've grown up. And I can certainly hold something for my dad.
Down I went with Abby and Elayna following (with the camera, of course).
My dad got me set up on a ladder.
And then he handed me this big piece of wood to hold.
Ok, I was able to hold it up there for about 2 seconds before I was yelling, "Jeremy! I need you!"
My dad was busy nailing up the other end and I could NOT drop this beam. Absolutely could not.
I even cut my hand on a splinter and did not drop the beam.
"Elayna... go get Daddy... hurry!"
By this time, my dad was back over to me and he took the weight of the beam in his own hands while he nailed it up to the ceiling.
Jeremy came down and finished helping my dad.
Seriously, look at him. One handed and no ladder.
So, I suppose that I didn't completely fail this time. Instead of running for the phone, I called in a replacement.
A nice, strong replacement.
Yes, that's the story I'll tell myself.
Later, the girls got to use permanent markers to write their names on the walls of what will be the granddaughters room in the basement.
6 Granddaughters: Elayna, Annalise, Abigail, Elizabeth, Sloan and Myla
My mom is working hard on finishing the basement so it will be ready for our next Michigan trip in August.
Thankfully, on that trip, the drywall will be hung and painted BEFORE I arrive.
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