You were not supposed to Do It Yourself!

You all know, how proud we can be about ourselves when engaging in some activity that falls under the definition of DIY. We are proud we were so creative, smart, and came up with a relatively nice result.

Well, yes, but there are things we were not supposed to do ourselves, in our homes, without the suitable tools.

My son, Paddington, got into a new daycare recently. It is a facility that is provided by a nice lady, who is taking care of 4 children at the same time, in her own home. Seeing that it is a private home, she obviously doesn’t have the equipment as an average daycare, therefore we, parents have to provide her with for example proms, so she can rock the children to sleep in them. So last week, when Paddington started there, we showed up at her place, carrying tons of extra diapers, clothes, jackets, jumpsuits, hats, gloves and boots, and of course, a little prom, that is easy to to fold and transport in a car. The lady (who is by the way very nice) looked at the prom, and said that she was not sure, if this little, folding prom complies with the rules they have… Well, ok, no problem, I said, we just bring the big prom instead. However, coming home I realised, that this huuuuuuge big prom we have, is missing the belt from it, which is also very important, according to the daycare rules, so I informed the lady, that first I have to buy some belt, then I am coming with the other prom.

Yesterday we bought the belt for the prom, and I was very happy, that now we are going to have an absolutely safe huge prom, with the belt in it, so Paddington cannot fall or climb out of it under any circumstances. When coming home, I placed the package, containing the belt on the kitchen counter. I had this nice plan, that in the morning I will just grab the belt, place it in the prom, and set out with the kids.

Today started very good. My husband left early, because he has a meeting in Copenhagen, I slept a little bit more, then got up together with the kids, we had breakfast, I dressed everyone up, cleaned up after the puppy, and grabbed the belt that was lying on the counter, as I planned. I opened the plastic bag it was wrapped up in, and this was the point, when I got very surprised…

You know that magnetic anti-theft thingy they put in products at shops, so you cannot just walk out with them without paying? Yes, one of those was sitting happily on the belt… I swallowed a curse (I am trying to use as few nasty words in the presence of my kids as possible – not always feasible), and started to look for tools to remove the magnetic thingy.

I remember one Christmas, I was still living at home with my parents, and my Dad got  a shirt from my aunt as a present. Well, yes, when my Dad opened the shirt, he found one of these magnetic things on it as well 🙂 Obviously, the shirt was bought in a shop, where they don’t use this system, just like we bought the belt in a supermarket as well. However, my Dad thanked my aunt, saying, she shouldn’t have gotten herself into so much trouble and steal a shirt for him, my aunt was understandably shocked and embarrassed, we all laughed, then tried to remove the thing from the shirt. Well, it was not easy. These things are designed so you cannot take them off without the proper magnetic board found the the cashier in the shops, so of course we really struggled with removing the piece. It took hours to finally damage it, my Dad was starting to get very annoyed and angry, my aunt very sad and ashamed, my Mum frustrated, but finally we managed.

That was the picture that popped into my mind this morning. Only that I knew, I didn’t have hours to sit around and play with the magnetic thingy, we were running on a schedule. Naturally these kind of things always have to happen, when you are in a hurry (Murphy).

I started to run around the house, looking for the perfect tools I can use in my battle against the anti-theft gadget. Finally I went to war with the help of a chisel, a hammer and a pair of gardening scissors…

I don’t know how, but after 10 minutes of intensive fight, cursing, struggling, and slightly injuring my left thumb, I managed to crack the thingy open, and remove it from the belt. Success! Actually, I start to wonder, why did it take hours for my parents to solve the same problem…

Now, I am pretty sure, we all get into a situation like this at some point in our lives, but that is definitely not something we should do ourselves… and it is definitely not DIY. Unless we use this abbreviation as in Damage It Yourself