That's the problem - he doesn't have the time, and I, well, I can make the time. If I squeak, he squeaks louder . . . .
And I am blessed or cursed with having grown up with "the Little Red (haired) Hen" as my mother. She has never been able to delegate, and nor, it seems, can I, and he takes my "handiness" for granted. How many women in their 50's do you know that have spent time in the last few months putting a metal roof on an outbuilding?
Does repairing the existing roof after one of our wind storms qualify? If so, then that makes two!