We've already faced it a long time ago: we're just not handy people. Here we don't love renovating ramshackle houses, we find no challenge or satisfaction in learning all kinds of building skills and we're terrible at finding working solutions for any kind of technical problem. It probably doesn't sound too grown-up, but in fact we need the help of a handyman for about any smaller or larger task in the house...
Lucky for us we've found a good handyman, who probably likes us too because we hire him a lot. And he probably also thinks we're idiots, that too. Each time we present him our list of things we want him to do, I see that look on his face, a mix of wonder and amusement: 'Do they really hire me for this? That's the easiest thing in the world... Well, whatever!'
I must say it's sometimes a bit annoying to be dependant of the visits of the handyman for each lamp that has to be hung on the ceiling and for each nail that has to be put in the wall, but on the other hand it's worth avoiding the stress that comes with every odd job that we try to do and the mess that most of our attempts bring.
With each visit of the handyman, the house turns more into a home, and the good thing of having to wait for him is that it tempers my impulsive decorating quirks a bit. Or well, other people tell me that's a good thing ;).