Installed a bathtub today, mighty fine work if I do say so myself. Only problem is my family hates it.
“Eww dad, it’s so old and gross,” my eldest says. “Really, honey… with how tight money’s been lately… I don’t know. I wish you would have talked to me about it first.”
Why can’t they just be happy. Why can’t they just appreciate that I wanted to do something nice for us… for the family. It’s not this horrible old thing. It’s hope! Comfort. Sanctuary.