Then I was lounging in my bedroom and it happened. I heard my oldest daughter use the intercom to call her father in from the shop. She was having a problem with our small, hand-held vacuum cleaner.
What's the big deal you ask? She didn't tell me first; that is a HUGE deal. Usually, even if the kids know I can't do anything about a problem, like a mechanical problem, they tell me first. Then I have to tell them to tell their dad.
Not only did my daughter not tell me, she used the intercom to call him in from the shop; she didn't ask me where he was or what to do.... she skipped me altogether.
When my husband came in, I was afraid to make a peep and call attention to myself. I really had no idea up to that point what the problem was. I was just sitting there in disbelief that I wasn't involved.
Once I did finally ask, because my husband was sighing and grumbling so loud I gave in, he didn't disappoint. He made it my problem by asking me what he should do with it as there seemed to be a dry bearing in the motor. I told him to throw it away. But he can't stand to do that, so he googled and then proceeded to follow me around telling me all the options. I told him to throw it away; after all, the burning motor smell and the loud squealing noise said all I needed to know.
I don't know what he finally decided; it's still sitting on my kitchen table in pieces.
I should've kept quiet.