The Truth Behind Excuses
“Do you want to put up the light fixtures this weekend?”
“Uhhh, I think I better wait {quick think of an excuse} until we have the Internet up and running so I can research the best way not to electrocute myself. I have no idea which way they run the wires after it goes into the ceiling. I wouldn’t want to drill right into them. Maybe there’s some sort of standard?” Score, that was a solid reason.
We now have Internet, same question…
“Well, you see the problem is {what is the problem anyways?}, we have tall ceilings, and although I’m tall I’m not a freak of nature. Our neighbors have a ladder we could borrow, but they’re out of town this weekend. Sorry.” Yes! I totally sounded like I wanted to do it, but just couldn’t given a lack of proper tools.
Neighbors are back in town, same question…
“You know, {come on excuse train, don’t fail me now} I’m still not sure if I can safely do it, I found no standard for running wires and I could shock myself, or worse, ruin the wiring in the house. Maybe we should hire someone to do it?” Whew, that should buy me another week or two. Lets be real though, I’m a cheapo and I’m not paying anyone to do something I probably think I can manage.
This went on for a couple more months. Many lame excuses were given, but today they ran out. Actually they ran out last week. Today was Day 3 of light fixture fun. I had 9 to put up across the house. It’s not that I enjoy looking at bulbs dangling from bare wires out of my ceiling, I’m just peaceful phlegmatic. Loosely translated this means I’m shy, I avoid conflict, and I’m lazy.
On top of being a bum, I just really disdain house projects. Things never go the way I want them to. I imagine that has to do with the fact that I have no clue what I’m doing.
I am tired, but happy. Sure, many of the fixtures are a little off center, but they look better than just the bulb. The take away lesson for you husbands is probably obvious, but if you’re like me you need this one bashed into your head. Maybe someday it will stick. When your wife asks you to do something, go ahead and do it. It’s better to just get it out of the way and not have it linger over your head. Your wife will be happier, and thus, so will you.
That being said, I still need to keep good excuses on hand for when I get a new line item for the honey-do list, but something important comes up. You know, so important that I can’t use it as my reason for procrastination, but instead have to use a lame excuse. Give me your best.


“Do you want to put up the light fixtures this weekend?”
“Uhhh, I think I better wait {quick think of an excuse} until we have the Internet up and running so I can research the best way not to electrocute myself. I have no idea which way they run the wires after it goes into the ceiling. I wouldn’t want to drill right into them. Maybe there’s some sort of standard?” Score, that was a solid reason.
We now have Internet, same question…
“Well, you see the problem is {what is the problem anyways?}, we have tall ceilings, and although I’m tall I’m not a freak of nature. Our neighbors have a ladder we could borrow, but they’re out of town this weekend. Sorry.” Yes! I totally sounded like I wanted to do it, but just couldn’t given a lack of proper tools.
Neighbors are back in town, same question…
“You know, {come on excuse train, don’t fail me now} I’m still not sure if I can safely do it, I found no standard for running wires and I could shock myself, or worse, ruin the wiring in the house. Maybe we should hire someone to do it?” Whew, that should buy me another week or two. Lets be real though, I’m a cheapo and I’m not paying anyone to do something I probably think I can manage.
This went on for a couple more months. Many lame excuses were given, but today they ran out. Actually they ran out last week. Today was Day 3 of light fixture fun. I had 9 to put up across the house. It’s not that I enjoy looking at bulbs dangling from bare wires out of my ceiling, I’m just peaceful phlegmatic. Loosely translated this means I’m shy, I avoid conflict, and I’m lazy.
On top of being a bum, I just really disdain house projects. Things never go the way I want them to. I imagine that has to do with the fact that I have no clue what I’m doing.
I am tired, but happy. Sure, many of the fixtures are a little off center, but they look better than just the bulb. The take away lesson for you husbands is probably obvious, but if you’re like me you need this one bashed into your head. Maybe someday it will stick. When your wife asks you to do something, go ahead and do it. It’s better to just get it out of the way and not have it linger over your head. Your wife will be happier, and thus, so will you.
That being said, I still need to keep good excuses on hand for when I get a new line item for the honey-do list, but something important comes up. You know, so important that I can’t use it as my reason for procrastination, but instead have to use a lame excuse. Give me your best.