Louis took down the shelves in the closet, took out the drawers from the chest of drawers and started dragging the chest from the kids room to our bedroom. As he got to the entrance to our bedroom, I innocently said “You’re not scratching the floor, are you?” To which he responded “Nooo?” The next thing I know, his big toe is bleeding, and he whispering curse words as he hobbles inside the closet so that he won’t wake up the kids.
Speaking of broke…. in order to get the chest to fit in the closet (which he did eventually do after a couple of hours), he began dismantling cosmetic portions of the dresser. Off came the laminate top (or at least a portion of it.) As he chipped away, he realized he had made a hole in the top. He looked at me and said “You wanted to be able to see in the drawer without opening it, right?” Indeed I did….
As he took pieces of the dresser off, he would say to me “I’m going to take off xyz, are you okay with that?” I’d say “Sure, that way we won’t have to wait until Friday to throw it out, you’ll be able to tie it up and throw it in the garbage today.” As he broke off piece after piece, we kept saying to each other “We’re committed to getting new furniture, right?”