Playing Adult House is Not As Easy As It Seems

Leaky plumbing
Leaky plumbing

To say that this week is all kinds of crazy, is an understatement.  Crazy, both good and unpleasant. This situation was further exacerbated when we found out we have a leaky house. When we finally moved in to our house some two years ago, I was ecstatic. It was a milestone for our young married life; a symbol of achievement.  We spent almost every spare second we had trying to build the house we have in our mind.  We scoured countless swatches of paints until they blur. Compared tile after tile until they all looked the same.  I went to each and every home depot to look for that specific subway tiles that I wanted for the kitchen.  We were such frequent visitors of Wilcon that we call it our big bad ATM. We spoke to the contractor, engineer, foreman, even carpenters as much as we can.  Whenever we can, we bring them some food.  I thought if I treated them right, they would do their jobs well.  After all, we paid good money for it.  We didn't ask for any concession, only a house well built.  So, I was sorely disappointed to that we would need to have major plumbing repairs so soon.  I was further agitated to learn from our current plumber that the contractor did a shoddy job that caused the leaks.  Man, was I frustrated.  This had to happen now. On a long weekend, when I had many things planned.  They remained to be just that: Plans.

All frustration aside, this weekend also served as a reminder.  As the afternoon wore on and I wanted to vent my frustration on Jaysen, I was gently rebuked.  I was led to reflect and keep my grumbling heart in check.

My happiness should not be anchored on material things.  This is easier said than done.  A house might seem to be a bigger deal, but essentially it is just a thing.  Things can be repaired, replaced, or rebuilt.  While things can hold sentimental value, I should not have strong attachments to it.  My joy should not be dependent on the state of my bathroom (my favorite space in the house)but on the fact that everything belongs to the Lord. In the grander scheme if things, I am a steward not an owner.

Even if things don't go as planned and our house is in a state or un-doneness, there are still so many things to be thankful for.  When there are problems before me seem so daunting, I am consumed by it.  I would obsess analyzing and solving the problem.  It would become a huge burden for me.  I fail to take a step back and appreciate the bigger picture.  I forget that I should be thankful for having a house in the first place. That our house, in spite of the leaks, still provide for us comfortable shelter.  We still get to enjoy the trappings of modern technology.

Expectation is the mother of all disappointments.  Oftentimes, we do things because we have a desired outcome in mind.  It's how we are wired.  I am reminded to check the motives behind my actions.  When I do things for other people, it should not be because I want to gain something.  If I do things, it should be because I want to and because it is the right thing to do. It should should not be an exercise for earning points.

I look forward to Monday when all the repair work is scheduled to finish (fingers crossed!). My eyes will always be diverted to that odd tile work around the area where repair was done. I will have to persuade myself that all these creates character. And it is character that makes a house a home.