Oh my word. I’m so excited about this two-second task.
Not that it only took two seconds.
But really . . . I had been putting off this TOTALLY overwhelming, TOTALLY time-consuming, TOTALLY impossible task for, ummmm, years.
Like, at least four.
Right. That pantry door hadn’t closed in at least four years.
Not that I hadn’t tried to bang it shut four times a week. Not that I hadn’t pushed on the offending shelf in those frantic moments before a party, hoping that this time it would actually make a difference.
Not that I hadn’t groaned (sometimes inwardly, sometimes audibly) over the unfairness of life that this supposed-to-be-cool shelving unit had turned into an anti-door-closing catastrophe.
Not that I hadn’t wished for some ambiguous pocket of time to appear in my world simultaneously with a burst of DIY-fix-it inspiration.
But then today, I just did it.
ALL I had to do was loosen the top part so I could slide the bottom part so it would be straight and the door would finally close.
And it did take more than 2 seconds. But less than five minutes. Less than five minutes if you don’t count the time it took to get a chair, stand upon it, and see that there was a screw in the top part that required a (really hard to find, I’ll bet!) tool.
That part happened before a friend dropped by to bring me some things.
When she left, I saw that it was 2:40. I had about 12 minutes before I needed to leave to pick up my daughter from school, so I thought I’d at least do something.
Five minutes later, I was totally done.
I knew I needed one of those special wrench thingies that I once thought were only for school desks. I know they’re often included in things we have to assemble, but I figured with all of my crazy-eyed decluttering over the past four years, there was no chance we’d still have one.
But I looked in Hubby’s toolbox anyway. Lo and behold, we had an entire set.
In all different sizes.
I found one that fit, got totally confused on the righty-tighty-lefty-loosey thing and finally loosened that screw enough to slide the bottom portion of the shelf in enough that the door would close.
I did a little happy dance, took my look-it-shuts after pictures, and headed to the garage to put the special wrench thingies back (Did you catch that? I put them back!!) . . . at 2:45.
I even had time to upload my pictures before I left for school pick-up.
I’m choosing to be proud that I got it done rather than beyond-irritated-with-myself for leaving it unshuttable for years upon years.
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