A Rough Few Minutes

We had an early Family Home Evening tonight. As dinner began to wind up I immediately launched in to FHE. We discussed work, family work to be more precise. I used a lesson I read yesterday in one of the Duties of the Priesthood books I have. We discussed everyone participating in keeping the house and taking care of thier responsibilities. I imagine there is going to need to be some follow up discussion on the matter and some training. That is okay. I've also got to get a job chart going and some visual aids. Fun stuff. Though FHE can be a living hell this was not the rough few minutes I refer to in the title. No, FHE was no more of a challenge this week then any other week. Par for the course I guess.

Anywho, after FHE we went over to the Brick House as there were a few things that I wanted to get done today still. Dave was there working on some plumbing stuff and we were having a bit of a challenge in that department. I tried to help out a bit but didn't get very far before and slammed to knuckels (one on each hand) into a pipe and cut them open. My hands, though feeling slightly better today, are still very dead and quite painful to use in certain things. I tried popping out and electrical knock out and couldn't manage it with the pain of gripping and what not. I am quite happy they are feeling better and hope they are fine in the next day or so. .

Sometimes we have experiences in life that we just wish never happened. If only there was a way to turn back the clock for just a couple of minutes we could erase the error of our ways and everything would be fine. I had been using the air compressor and nail gun tonight to put up some trim around the new doorway. I had done all that we could do and was in the process of putting the nail gun away when I heard the compressor crash and Dave ran towards it. Natty and Andy had left to walk home several minutes before the incident and Jack happened to be right there and quite captivated by the compressor. I told Jack not to play with it but how can you resist such a great contraption? You can't. I don't know how he did it but he managed to dump the compressor. It was full of air and under pressure when it went down.

The good news; no one was injured and the tank didn't blast throught any walls. The bad news; the valve busted clean off and I have no idea how I am going to fix it at this point.

Jack was pretty scared primarily because of the noise of all of that air coming out of the busted valve. The sudden loss of pressure also triggered the compressor and this only added to the noise level. Dave had gotten the tank back up. He also got the machine unplugged and the compressor off. I was a skosh miffed and Jack got to feel some of my displeasure. He was apologetic and felt bad for breaking the machine. He suggested a few times that I go buy a new one. I made it clear that I could not do it. He then went on to come up with some creative fixes to it. Sorry that I cannot recall a single one at the moment.

For whatever reason Jack became interested in the sheared piece. I asked him not to touch it. What was my surprise when I was out degreasing some light covers and heard a big bang on the glass doors. There was Jack and wouldn't you know it, he had thrown the sheared piece at the the doors. I thought I was going to lose my mind. I opened the doors and asked him what the heck he was doing. His response "I'm just all screwed up". I told him that he wasn't all screwed up but he had done a stupid thing. He then said "I'm just stupid". He is crying and a bit shaken up so I picked him up and gave him a little squeeze (he likes the impact)and told him he wasn't stupid and he wasn't screwed up. Sometimes in life we do stupid things and we make mistakes. He calmed downs a bit and I asked him if he thought he could handle the hose (redirect energy)as I needed help spraying down the light covers. He was all about it and then he decided he would like to sit in the truck. It was a bit chilly. No problem.

Well, we had a couple of quick chats where Jack told me he didn't want me to share the mistake with Natty and Andy. I told him I would not and he was very relieved. I can remember those kind of experiences myself. They are not our proudest moments and can make us want to crawl under a rock. I have been there - not under a rock but on my knees. It is all good. We will survive.

I am grateful for the Savior that, when I make a mistake he is patient.