Not My DIY

Several months ago, my sister and I were making plans for an October get together. The plan was for my sister and her husband to come up and visit, and while here, help us disassemble the hot tub.

I know what you’re thinking…why would we want to disassemble the hot tub?

Oh, let me count the ways.

  1. It’s used. I don’t know what kind of freak show the previous owners had in the hot tub. No amount of bleach would ever convince me that it was clean.
  2. The Handsome boy is drawn to water, cannot swim, and does not understand the danger of water.
  3. The Handsome boy was very curious about the hot tub and wanted to climb on it or look in it.
  4. It cost over $300 a month to keep the “hot” in the tub. No thanks.
  5. I’m 87% sure it is the kind of stuff 90s horror movies were made of.
  6. It’s honking huge.

I could probably come up with enough to make a top 10, but I think those are enough good reasons.

So anyways, fast forward to the middle of October and my sister/brother-in-law visit. They brought some power tools, work gloves, and their truck. They came prepared to work with us to take apart the hot tub.

Except…the week of their visit coincided with the same week that my husband’s company was merging with a new company and everyone had to be in the office. Aaaannnndddd, I was miserably pregnant with the worst case of fatigue I have ever experienced in my life.

So, my lovely sister and her husband, with the help of two of my boys, took the hot tub apart, one piece at a time. It was way too heavy to try to carry out in one piece. Plus, it was too large to fit through any deck openings to carry down the stairs. The only way off the deck was over the deck. And it was heavy. So it went buh-bye in pieces. Six pieces I believe.

So, even though it ended up being a DIY for my sister and brother-in-law, it was a DIY that my husband and I had hoped to work on but ended up not DIYing at all. So, huge thanks to my sister and BIL for all their hard work. They even hauled it all to the dump for me! Meanwhile, I slept on the sofa for most of it.

We did salvage three of the side panels. Two of them fit perfectly as temporary gates on the deck. The hubs attached a couple of eye hooks to keep them from falling over and just like that, we have gates for the deck openings to keep the Handsome boy from wandering off.

Once the weather dries up a little, we may pressure wash the area and then stain it to match the rest of the deck. Until then, we are enjoying the hottubless view from that side of our deck.

Thanks for stopping by.

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