Hear that? Listen closely. There . . . hear it? It's the sound of my marriage disintegrating, right this very minute.

Our latest little project is starting to get to us. To fully appreciate the situation, you have to understand J.P. This is a man who graduated summa cum laude with a degree in math. He's used his logic and problem-solving abilities to troubleshoot computer problems for the last seven years. Here's an excerpt of an actual conversation when he met my step-dad for the first time:

SD: "What do you do for a living?"
JP: "Solve people's computer problems."
SD: "What do you do when there's a problem you can't figure out?"
JP: "Oh, I figure them ALL out."

And he totally does. Even if it takes him a day or two, he figures it out. And it isn't like he decides to set it aside and think about it later. Believe me, he thinks about it. The entire time. He CAN NOT REST until the problem is resolved.

So as you can imagine, it's a huge issue that he can't quite get the angles right with the miter saw. And the books and web sites talk about coping like it's oh-so-easy, when it really takes some practice and skill. And our house is a complete disaster because the living room is torn apart for this project. And we have this little deadline approaching on Saturday when people might actually want to sit on our new furniture that's now pushed to the center of the room. And, and, and, and . . . . BREATHE!

Step away from the project. Just walk away. Sleep on it. Things will be better in the morning, right? Right??

This entry was posted on Tuesday, April 26, 2005 at 10:03 PM.