Building a swingset today for 6yr old DD.
Grandma and DP here to help.
Uncle has been called in as he's 'meticulous' and we all know DP doesn't read instructions on principle.
I'm 'helping' too, though how much help I can be with three other people already arguing, I don't know. I've brought a chair.
The dogs are miserable and shut inside as they hate power tools.
We started at 10am. So far....
Meticulous uncle dropped a VERY IMPORTANT nut in the newly cut grass. Nobody can find it.
I have rummaged around and found DDs giant magnets in her room. Three adults then crawled around on the damp grass to find it.
Despite it being newly cut grass, nobody can find it.
Uncle stuck his finger down a hole and poked a slug.
Dowloaded a metal detector app. Still no luck.
DP desperate for a cup of tea.
An hour later. DP and grandma arguing about drill bits. Instructions say a number two. He insists his number two is the size of a toothpick. She insists the hole HAS to be smaller than the bolt or the screw or it won't bite into the wood. He says he knows and finally looks at the instructions himself.
She means a screwdriver head.
Another hour later. I'm hanging DDs socks out. After a bio soak, vanish and a normal wash, the bottoms are still mudstained.
The baby is crying in its pen that someone brought outdoors.
DP is desperate for a cup of tea.
Grandma calls in a very well-meaning old neighbour with his drill. His masculinity challenged, DP ups the mansplaining by repeating grandma's own phrase about the wood biting in a patronising tone to meticulous uncle.
Meticulous uncle says the entire day is being wasted. He probably still feels guilty about dropping the nut.
We have two hours before DD gets home....
I'm going inside to make tea.